Thursday, August 23, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
After my Saturday morning workout this past weekend (I feel the need to tell you this because there is a reason I was still in my workout clothes...which isn't different from any other day. I just want you to think that I wear something other than workout clothes. I generally don't.), we went on our Saturday morning family drive. We went to our usual place, grabbed some coffee, piggies in blankets and donut holes and headed out on our drive. Jason called one of our good family friends (who happens to be the Dean at Oklahoma Christian) to see what was going on that morning and he told us to stop by OC for Freshman move-in day. He said that it's a really fun atmosphere with everyone moving into the dorms AND they were handing out Chic-fil-a breakfast sandwiches.
You had me at Chic-fil-a breakfast sandwiches.
When we pulled up on campus, the sight of parents moving in their kids brought back a flood of memories from when I moved into the same dorm 13 years ago. Did I just say 13 years ago???? Goodness, I'm old. Watching the moms and daughters and the tears that were being held back (and sometimes not) made me well up inside.
I needed a breakfast sandwich to distract me immediately.
While we were walking around I kept asking university staff if they had room for two more girls. It was a funny joke that rolled off of everyone except Chloe.
She soaked up every word I was saying. The girl would not let go of my hand. (Stella was ready for immediate move-in.) Finally, she looked up at me with huge puppy-dog eyes and said,
"Mommy. Are we going to have to say goodbye today?"
I could have died right then and there.
After fighting back the tears and holding her close, I assured her that she was going home with us.
It was then that I wondered how I will ever survive the stages that come with being a parent. And I also decided that the Rapunzel's mean mother had a pretty stellar idea. Holding her daughter captive in a tower. Hiding her from the outside world. Using her hair for endless youth. I mean, that's pretty genius.
But I guess I can't do that. I guess I have to accept that God willing, the girls will grow up into beautiful women and we can be there to guide them each step of the way. And I pray for the day when I do drop them off at college, that I will look back and think of them as my little two-year old and three-old and the question that stopped me in my tracks.
While we were pulling away, Jason said,
"It won't be too much longer before we're doing this. I will be 49 when we our kids start going to college."
"That's funny", I said, "I won't be a day over 35."
And then I drowned my delusional thoughts and sorrows in that Chic-fil-a breakfast sandwich. I immediately pondered how I would survive the real kindergarten drop-off in a couple of years after narrowly surviving a fake, years away, college drop-off. I have a feeling it's not going to be pretty.
Friday, August 17, 2012
... That after 2 weeks of insisting she no longer needs a nap, naps from Rapunzel can still happen.
I didn't think it was possible.
And apparently she's so wiped out she can sleep while wearing flip-flops...
And continue her nap while her sister annoyingly kicks her in the legs.
We all have to give in at some point.
In even dumber news, my love of gummy bears has transcended into a love of cola gummies.
I have never ever liked these little half-filled, cola flavored, bottle shaped, gummy things.
But now they are delicious.
And so is ice water. I used to only drink luke warm or room temperature.
Who is this baby, where did it come from and what is it doing to me????????
I hope that all of you have a wonderful Friday and an exciting weekend. My weekend will be spent contemplating my new love of all things gummy.
And since I've blogged three days this week, does this mean I'm officially back to blogging?? I know what you're thinking..."Let's hope not". I understand the sentiment completely. No need to apologize. But while you're deleting me from your blog lists, if you have any ideas about the gummy obsession, please send them my way and then delete me forever. Clearly, I'm in need of some serious help and possibly an intervention.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
To start this little story off, let me just tell you that at 15 weeks, I am just now able to go to the store without 1.)vomiting 2.)passing out 3.)avoiding every single aisle because it has something disgusting in it, and 4.)avoiding every aisle while vomiting and trying not to pass out.
The. store. and. I. have. not. been. friends.
But recently I have braved the store partly because I can sort of tolerate it, and partly because I figure we have to have at least some food in our house. (I do have other mouths to feed, you know.)
So our first venture back was okay. The girls were sitting in the little car thing at the front of the cart and I was holding on to the cart handle for dear life. We made it through the store just fine, but by the time we made it to the dairy aisle, which is our final stop before checking out, the girls were on the brink of losing it. Every mom knows what it looks like. It starts out as an innocent hug or two, maybe an "I love you" thrown in, and then things go a little south. Hugs become a little tighter, a little more frequent, a little more aggressive, someone starts crying, etc.
So I made the only decision I knew to make at the time.
I squatted right in front of the girls, looked them in the eye, and in the quietest and most intense voice possible said,
"Girls. You know that there is a dragon in the store that gets bad little girls who are misbehaving, right?"
And eyes that are already wide and big became really, really wide and big.
"You have to sit really, really still and be really, really quiet. If you don't the dragon's going to know where you are."
I have never seen two little girls sit so still and straight. Dairy aisle was peaceful. Checkout was a breeze.
This lasted one trip. For Stella that is. Chloe is still scared of the dragon, but Stella hoops and hollers and wants to find that dragon. Go figure.
So now I just have to bribe Stella with whatever I can. The last time we went to the store I reached for a 68 cent bag of gummy bears because I'm that cheap and that seemed to do the trick. Chloe was too afraid to eat a gummy bear in fear that it might somehow lure the dragon closer to her. Poor kid.
Not one to miss the silver lining in any situation, I think I might've found a new pregnancy craving. Gummy bears. This is very weird for a girl that doesn't like candy unless it's chocolate.
But hey, when it comes to bribery and scaring the living daylights out of your child and pleasing a pregnant woman's stomach, it's whatever works right??
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
I think these little girls are going to be really great big sisters.
And I can't believe that my baby Stella is going to be a big sister.
But I think she's ready. I guess I have to quit calling her baby. Being that she's two and all.
And this girl's an old pro. She's got the big sister thing down. Probably because she's been a big sister for most of her life.
So I guess the competition is on. Who will be the best big sister of them all? The one that can change a diaper? Give the baby a bottle? Rock the baby to sleep? Swaddle like a pro?
My guess is the one who will take the 3 am feeding. That one's most definitely the winner.