Thursday, June 30, 2011

Just Your Everyday Text Message Conversation

A Conversation Between Jason and Myself: June 30, 8:19 AM

Me: You don't even want to know what one of our girls was doing when I went to get them out of bed this morning.

Lash: What!!!!!!!!

Me: Stella had her diaper off. Poop smeared everywhere. And she was eating it.

Me: I nearly vomited. Her poop had raisins in it.

Lash: Did u get her cleaned up or let her hang out a while?

Me: Seriously? You think I would just sit around and let her eat her raisin poop?

Lash: I was teasing!

Lash: Totally.

Lash: Total joke!

Me: I know! I was wondering why they were being so quiet in their room.

Me: I bet Chloe talked her into it. Chloe kept saying, "stinky, shooey, diaper."

Lash: Hahahahahahaha!!!!!!

Me: It was so gross. I put her in the bath and had to scrape the dried poop off of her fingernails with my fingernails. I could have died.

Me: It took me forever to get it off.

Me: I wish this would've happened to you. I don't think you would've made it through.

Lash: I'm gonna call in a minute.

Me: If I don't answer, I'm probably too busy vomiting in the toilet. Are you sure you wanna have more kids someday?

And I never received a response.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Summer Bunnies

I don't think there's anything better than the summertime.

And summertime bunnies.

And diaperless bottoms in swimsuits.

Which means there's probably a lot of pee in that $15 pool.

And that's only slightly gross, right?

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Face Paint

This picture has proven a few points:

1. We need to have a tutorial on "look at the camera". Clearly the girls think it is something to their right.

2. We need to have a tutorial on "smile for the camera". They go into a blank comatose stare whenever the camera goes in front of their faces.

3. We need to have a tutorial on face paint in general. And more specifically that it is not a tattoo. It is not permanent. And that it will wash off in the bath tub. That was a bit perplexing and upsetting for the two-year-old.

4. I need a hair tutorial. Humidity wreaks havoc on my hair. Thanks a lot, Oklahoma.

5. I guess that I shouldn't complain too much, at least they weren't doing this.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Hello? Is anyone out there?

Hello out there!

I finally remembered my password after what feels like a 6-month hiatus, so lucky for you (not), I'm back. I'm signed into blogger. And I'm back. I think.

So if you don't remember who I am. My name is Morgandi. I have two girls. They are hooligans. And they are 1 and 2. That's pretty much all you need to know.

So where have I been for the past month?


Don't be shocked. I still have a few brain cells left. At least 4 or 5 really, really good ones.

After a lot of thought and a push that I needed from my boss at the Y, I have decided to pursue personal training. I figured that I'm in my workout clothes all the time anyway, so why not have a valid excuse, right?

In all honesty, I've wanted to be a personal trainer since I was in college. It was just never the right time and I was too busy doing other things. But now, God has opened up the door and I feel like I'm on the right path.

So for the past month I've been studying my booty off. And doing absolutely nothing else, besides taking care of the girls and working. So, studying, girls and working. Oh and the laundry and mowing the yard and cleaning and paying bills, etc. Budgeting my time has been difficult and I failed miserably at so many of my responsibilities.

The laundry room has consistently looked like this:

The kitchen table has looked like this:

And I had tiny little markings all over my notes, note cards and textbook as a reminder that I still have little hooligans who rely on me, and who also like to mark all over my stuff.

But I wouldn't have had it go any other way. The hardship of finding time to study, and the brain capacity no less, was proof of how much I want to do this.

So this past weekend, after weeks and weeks of studying, I had a 3-day workshop and a practical and written exam. Hopefully I'll receive my results soon to see if I passed. And then I can start working. I'm so excited and hopeful to start this new venture in my life. This has always been a dream of mine and I feel like the sky is the limit. And it's nice to feel like that again.

So here is to hoping that the next time you see me, and I'm in my workout clothes, I'll have a valid excuse.