Thursday, September 15, 2011

I'm Just Going to Warn You Now. This Post is a Little Weird.


But you shouldn't be surprised for 3 reasons.

1. It's my blog. And I'm weird.
2. It's about my daugthers. And they're weird.
3. This post is about the fair. And doesn't the fair bring out the freak in all of us?

I should've known that things were going downhill quickly when I picked out my wardrobe. It was hot this particular day and for some reason I decided to wear skinny jeans and a long-sleeved denim shirt. I don't know. It was a random choice. And then I forgot to eat breakfast, which I never do, and I was nauseous, sweaty and feeling faint all day. Short sleeves would've helped the situation. Shorts would've helped that situation. A fan with a water spritzer would've helped the situation. Remembering that I forgot to eat breakfast and scarfing down an Indian Taco would've helped. Oh well.

I give you, Scenes from the Cleveland County Fair 2011.

We started out on the Merry-Go-Round. A little back story about Stella. She is terrified of dogs. Screams at the sight of them. Loves them from a distance, but if she gets up close, she wigs out. So naturally, what animal did we put her on? A dog. She looks terrified doesn't she? I'll blame this one on my mom, even though I told her to put Stella there. Oh well. She had fun once it started and realized that in fact the dog was not real. Poor thing.

Chloe loved it. Because she wasn't petrified of the animal we put her on.

And this is where I started getting weird. I don't know why I felt the need to pose for the camera in such an absurd way. I blame hunger.

I'm not sure how to explain this one. Heat stroke, maybe.

And then we went straight to the hay ride. And we met Santa. It was awesome.

We spent the whole hay ride hearing Santa's story. We heard about how he gets mistaken for Santa all the time, and how he "plays" Santa during Christmas time. I felt like telling him that he's Santa the entire year, but I think he was trying to keep some anonymity. I wanted to tell him that anonymity is impossible when you start the hay ride by announcing your Santa.

Then we went for a tractor ride. Aka, my mom pushed both the girls around while they pretended to pedal and steer. She's awesome and oh, so patient.

Stella rubber-necked Santa for most of her tractor ride. I can't blame her.

She clearly loved it. Mainly because there were no animals involved.

Look at that precious face. She looks kind of scared that the Merry-Go-Round dog is going to jump around the corner at any second.

Stella had a little photo-op with Sonny. Sonny is my mom's mom and I'm so happy we've been able to spend a lot of time with her lately. We all love her so much. Stella participated for about 5 seconds.

And then she bailed, which is her general mode of operation.

After the tractor ride, we went to look at the miniature ponies. And I nearly had a heart attack when Chloe stuck her head in to give one of the ponies a kiss.

But she made it out with all facial structures intact. My heart rate eventually went back down to a normal pace.
We then made a stop for a corn dog. And just for your information, if you go to the Cleveland County Fair you can get a Strawberry New Orleans, which is the ultimate desert. Not dessert. Desert.

But the error was forgiven once I saw the advertisement for a Hot Beef Sundae. Mmmmmm. That sounds delicious and disgusting all at the same time. And I love that.

Despite my nausea and sweatiness, we all had a great time. I love experiencing things with my girls. I think I enjoy things more now that I can experience them through my daughters' eyes.

And I'm so thankful that we get to experience all of this with our families. It's just so priceless.

And I hope that in spite of making Stella ride a dog on the carousel, that she doesn't hate my guts for giving her such a complex. Can't you hear her telling her therapist one day, "My mom knew that I hated dogs, and she just put me on that dog on the carousel without even remembering my fear of dogs..."?

And I hope that the girls still like me one day, in spite of being so weird.
But I tell ya, the fair (and denim shirts) just brings it out in me.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Remember that one time?

Remember that one time when your beautiful daughter turned 2 1/2 and you totally forgot to blog about the milestone? No?


Well, I did.


Chloe turned 2 1/2 on Friday and while I didn't forget, I did forget to blog, or mention it in her baby book. Except that there is no baby book. This blog is her baby book. I figure that I have to start giving her a complex sometime. And so it begins now.


Therapy is already paid for, sweet girl.


I love this precious girl more than anything, and I celebrate with pictures.
Surprise, surprise. But at least there's not 78, like the last post. Only 52.


She is the light of my life.


And makes every single day a blessing.


I love you so much, Chloe Starr.

Friday, September 9, 2011

My Name is Morgandi. I'm a Mom.

The girls had their first day of Sonshine School yesterday. And I only took 80 pictures. You heard that right. 80. And I'm only posting 78 on here. Consider yourself lucky. It was really tough to decide which pics would make the cut.

And on a side note, you can totally skip this post unless you're one of our parents. I really think they'll be the only ones interested in the pics. My narrative, however, is anyone even interested in that? Probably not. Just look at the pictures. You'll get the gist. My kids first day of school. It's really a novel concept.

Chloe was so ready for school. We've been talking about it for weeks and she was pumped for the first day. She had an innate sense that first day of school pics were imperative to her mother's sanity, so she went for it.

She posed with her backpack.
With her dad.
With her crazy mom.
Her sister, on the other hand would not even whisper the name "Sonshine School". Or "school". Or "you'll have to be away from mommy for only 5 hours. You'll love it, I promise". And when her pictures started out with this face:
I knew we were going to be in for some interesting and entertaining pics. And I was right.

I just wanted one picture with my little baby and she had other things in mind. It's a sad progression. I'm just warning you now.
But then she fed into the excitement of it all and started dancing. And yelling "Sonshine School". She totally forgot that she would have to be away from mommy for 5 hours and went for it.

She danced her little heart out.
And danced.
And then she gave me an awesome dork face. Which you know I love more than anything.
And eventually, with my knees knocking from nervousness, we went to school. And we took them to their classrooms. As was predicted, Stella cried. And Chloe didn't even look back to say bye.
And Jason and I (eventually) left once I knew my Stelly Belly was okay. And we walked to the car and I only cried for a minute or five. It was a weird feeling, not having my girls with me.
But then we went to the grocery store and it was so peaceful. No screaming. No yelling. No sticking out like a sore thumb because of the noise that can come from my girls. At one point I did a little twirl in the aisle. Just like a figure skater. Or a ballerina. After I caught myself twirling, I realized that I had no idea why I felt the need to do this. It was a total out of body experience. Eventually I came up with three reasons. 1)It was such a calm trip to the store. 2) I had 5 hours of freedom 3) My shirt was so flowy and it looked really pretty when I twirled around.
I must confess that Jason and I played hooky for the day. We will both work while they're in school, but not on that first day. We seized the opportunity for a little bit of freedom. So we did the one thing that we haven't been able to do in a while.

We went to a movie. And ate Chinese food in the food court of the mall. And it was awesome.
And I cried through the whole movie. Cowboys and Aliens. Joke. That would just be pathetic. We saw The Help. Awesome movie. And while an emotional movie, I probably emoted a little too much. But it was a good excuse to get those first day of school tears out of the way. And also a good excuse to eat chocolate and drink a Dr. Pepper.
After our day of freedom was over, we picked the girls up from school. They did great. They were so tired and hungry and exhausted, and I was so happy to have them with me again. In that moment I felt so proud.

I love my girls. They mean everything to me.
And I'll go ahead and apologize to anyone who saw me perform my twirl at the store. I couldn't help it. My shirt was just so flowy. And I just felt so free.