Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Actually, It was Great.

I can't let you think that the day was spent with the girls knocking me in the face. The most important factor of this whole day was that I was able to spend it with my mom. The most amazing mom a girl could have. This was my first to spend with her since becoming a mom myself. And that's pretty special.

After the picture fiasco, we just started swinging. And we spent most of that day under the trees. Swinging. And we were all pretty happy. And I didn't get smacked in the face once.

The sweetest gift I could've been given came from Chloe. As a general rule, our girls don't sleep in bed with us, unless of course they are scared or sick. Sunday night, as it was about to turn midnight, I hear Chloe let out a blood-curdling scream. I shot out of bed, ran into their room, assessed the situation in .42 seconds and realized that I had forgotten to turn on their nightlight. And nothing scares Chloe more than not having her nightlight on. So I took her out of bed and brought her to ours. She immediately fell asleep and I decided that I'd give her a few minutes and then put her back in bed. But I ended up falling asleep right along with her.

At about 2:00 AM, I was given the sweetest kiss. I woke up to Chloe about 2 inches from my face, patting my chest and whispering, "Sissy? Sissy?" I was so struck by how sweet, quiet, gentle and loving she was being.

"What is it, Chlo?" I asked her.

Still whispering, "Sissy? I want milk. I want blanket. I want bed."

I'm still not sure why she was calling me Sissy. She's called me mommy, momma, mom, Daddy, Morg and Morgandi. But never Sissy. It made me hopeful, because I can only believe that I look unbelievably young while I sleep. Much like her actual Sissy.

So I fixed her milk. Put her in bed. Turned on her nightlight. Tucked her in tight. And I got another kiss.

Before I shut the bedroom door, she said, "I love you momma."

There really is nothing better. I mean, I really enjoyed my gift of a miniature shopping spree at Forever21, but this beats cheap shirts and sunglasses any day. Well, not any day, but some days.
It's just one of those memories that I never want to forget.

I hope that all of you had a wonderful Mother's Day!! You all are very inspiring moms and women (and to the few male readers) men. But I guess you technically can't be a mom. So never mind. I'll get to you on Father's Day.

Monday, May 9, 2011

My Mother's Day

My Mother's Day looked like this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

And this.
Happy Mother's Day to me.

Friday, May 6, 2011

This is the day-

For wearing pigtails for the first time.

For being shocked by the fact that she actually has enough hair to wear pigtails. This is where she was a year ago.
(Thankfully she still has those chunky arms.)

For trying and failing to properly focus on my subject while taking pictures.

For taking "big steps". She's not tooting, I promise.

For making you stare at Chloe's molars.

For playing outside.

For sweet smiles.

For posting way too many pictures.

Again with the focus. I don't know what my problem is.

For being ever so thankful .
The end.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Clarification & A Fashion Plate

I feel like I need to clarify a little fact after my last post. I do not pee my pants on a regular basis. In fact, I haven't peed my pants in years. Decades, even. Well, except for when I was 22 and had a dream that I was swimming in water. Or the time a few years ago when I laughed so hard with Jason. Or the time a few months ago when I decided I would add jumping rope to my workout routine. I haven't jumped rope since.

Okay, so maybe it happens. To everyone. You know it's happened to you. Especially if you've had a baby. It's amazing what that will do to a girl.

But I need to let you know that it doesn't happen when I run. It has never happened when I run. It was just so cold and so wet and I held it for a really long time during my two-and-a-half-hour run. It's like sticking your finger in water or hearing water run when you really have to go. Sometimes you just can't help yourself when the odds are stacked up against you.

So don't be scared if your running next to me on the treadmill. I will control myself. I promise.

But moving on to another girl who pees her pants on a regular basis.

I introduce to you, Stella. Future Fashion Plate of America.

Please look at her right arm. That would be a leg warmer that she demanded to wear on her arm. She cried and cried and waved the leg warmer in my face until I decrypted her baby talk and understood her need to express herself through fashion.
A girl after my own heart.
And yes, sometimes I let her put all the tupperware in the trash can when I'm busy.

That's just how I roll.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

The Most Annoying Runner You've Ever Seen

If you want to see the cheesiest and most annoying runner/blogger you've ever seen. Here she is.

Oh, wait. It's not that girl. She's my awesome running partner, Miranda. The annoying one is the girl behind her. Smiling like a lunatic. Doing her best Kate Middleton, uh...Princess Catherine wave to her billions of adoring fans. Or all six of them at least.

Today was my second half-marathon in OKC (first half was in Chicago), and it rained the entire time. To add to the rain was a little hail, gusty winds and chilly temperatures.

But I loved it. Every second of it.

If you want to be inspired, run with the great people of Oklahoma in less than ideal conditions. You will see the true spirit of the people. I honestly never heard a negative comment. And it was awesome to see people push through adversity and run their best. It made me feel so proud to be a part of such a great race.

A race that most importantly, remembers.
Even though we were freezing and soaking wet the entire 2:25:00, it was an awesome experience. One positive note (just to look on the bright side of things). The soaking wet aspect really helped when I peed my pants a little bit. I think it was camouflaged by the rain.

Gotta love pushing out babies.
Goodbye for now.

Love,

The most annoying, the cheesiest and the most over-sharing runner/blogger you've ever seen.