9.29.2008

a kitchen with a view...

After dinner tonight I was trying my best to get the kitchen cleaned. Now, I'm no clean freak, but one thing I cannot stand is a dirty kitchen. It must be cleaned before dinner can officially be concluded.

Anyhow, every single night while I'm running around trying to clean, Abigail will continually ask me to come outside and play with her. Every 4 seconds I will hear, "mama, come outside." And I'll say, "not yet, I'm cleaning the kitchen." About 4 seconds will pass and then I'll hear "mama, come out side." Then I'll say "not yet, I'm cleaning." This conversation will continue every four seconds for about 35 minutes while I clean. It can become frustrating...

...so tonight I had the idea of dragging over her playhouse so that it will sit right in front of the sliding glass door--that way I can see her and, more importantly, she can see me while she plays. (Abby's not good at playing on her own...she must have me within view 24/7) So I walk outside and haul over her play house. She was delighted.

I went back inside and continued to do the dishes. As I looked at the new playhouse placement, I wondered if it ruined the view. Now instead of seeing plants and flowers, I see a big pink playhouse.

Then I looked up and saw Abby in her little kitchen. She was making "soup" and jabbering away to Logan (who was pulled outside in his highchair so that he could keep her company. Way to take one for the team, little buddy).

I realized that the big pink playhouse filled with make believe cupcakes, salads, and "croclate" chips created a fantastic view....far better than plants and flowers.

9.25.2008

Hypocritical Mommy

Am I a hypocrite if I tell Abby that she cannot have a piece of cake while I am secretly spooning frosting into my mouth? hmmm...

An owl and a little birdie...

Abigail and Logan are opposite in many ways.



Logan is very smiley with anyone and everyone. Abby will let her select chosen few into her little world, anyone else just better back away slowly.



Logan seems to be a real daddy's boy, while Abby has been a mama's girl for a long while.



Abby loves books, she is our smarty pants…but isn't very into toys. Logan will not sit still to look at a book, but give him a of cool toy and he's entertained for at least five minutes (which is a looonngg time in baby time).



Logan has patience. He'll sit and try his hardest to figure something out. Abby will take about 30 seconds to assess if she has the patience for it--usually she doesn't and she moves onto something else.



One big glaring difference is that Logan is our little morning birdie. He wakes up early and HAPPY! He's ready to play from the moment his little eyes open. When I walk into his room his looks at me, smiles really big and starts belly laughing. Fast forward to 7:30pm and Logan is a screaming and kicking and is definitely ready for bed!



Abby, on the other hand, loves the night time. she is our night owl. she comes alive around 7:00pm. That is when she'll play well on her own. She'll sit and read her books for as long as I let her. She will sit and talk with me and John. She's giggly. She wants to play. She is so happy. Now rewind to 7:00am and we've got a totally different kid. She doesn't talk. She doesn't want to be talked to. She just wants to sit on my lap and zone out with her sippy cup. I can completely relate because I am NOT a morning person.



So, before Logan arrived, Abby and I had a little morning routine of sitting together--her with her juice, me with my coffee. We'd just sit. No words needed. We both knew that in an hour or two our brains would wake up and we'd be on with our day. But now.....we've got our little morning birdie....he requires me to be on my toes at 6:30am each day! Even as I type, he's looking at me and pleading with his eyes....please mama, come and play!



9.22.2008

no energy to write, let pics tell the story. :)


Fall is in the air...







My favorite picture...this week. :)













Abby says "mama I pretty like a princess!" she sure is.



















Logan was thrilled to finally be seated in nature. (he's usually on my lap struggling to escape)











This is the reason he's not allowed in the grass














fun in the backyard


















I just cleaned this room 3 minutes prior to this picture...that didn't take long.












A late summer BBQ with my kiddos













Me and my boy







Yummy Tigers

Today when abby woke from her nap she was hungry. I told her that I was making dinner. She started rummaging through the cabinets, but usually she can't really reach the snacks...


...but then I realized that it was too quiet and I wasn't being nagged for a snack. I come around the corner and Abby says "look mama, I eat yummy tigers." nice.

9.17.2008

Frozen Moments

Sometimes, during really fun or special moments, I think to myself "you'll want to remember this one, so take it all in!" That happens more often to me now that I have children. I just know that I'm going to forget all the little day to day things...like what Logan's little chubby hands look like when he's reaching for his mushed up bananas, or what Abigail's sweet voice sounds like when she sings "twinkle star." This is probably the reason I take 40 pictures a day!

Anyhow, one of the "take it all in moments" happened tonight. Nothing special really. Just an ordinary night. I gave the kids a shower (Abby's afraid of the bathtub). I put Logan to bed. Then Abby was thrilled to have some alone time with mommy and daddy. We were all laying on our bed. John was playing the guitar. Abby thought it was the coolest thing ever. John was teaching her how to strum the strings. Then we read her some books. She still loves books. Then we played. I love when I take the time to just play with my kids. They love it. We hung her upside down, she was hysterical. We sang songs. We did "this little piggy" with her toes. We taught her how to count to five on her fingers. We laughed. She was jabbering away, sharing all the little thoughts that bounced around in her head. She was just so happy being there with us. It's just that simple for her. Time with mommy and daddy, and she's a happy gal.

During it all, I keep telling myself---take a mental picture, remember her sweet little voice. One day, when she is grown, these memories will be my link to these fleeting mommy years.

9.16.2008

I can relate!


9.15.2008

My boy

  • He is named after his daddy
  • He is almost 8 months old! I can't believe it
  • Everyone says "oh, he's such a mellow baby!" But mama isn't fooled! This little boy has some fight in him!
  • He has a very loud voice! I mean when he's babbling to himself I can't even think straight...it's that loud!
  • He knows what he wants. Just today Abby took the car keys from him (cut me some slack, I was frantically putting away groceries...car keys seemed suitable at the time!) and he was ticked! he started screaming at her and flailing his little arms. Mommy stepped in and gave him back the keys (just for like two minutes, I swear!)
  • He has thee best smile! I know every mom thinks that, but really his smile takes over his entire face. Even his big blue eyes smile when he is amused.
  • He LOVES to nurse. And when I mean nurse, here's how it goes. He'll drink all of the milk that I can possibly provide, and then he'll just keep on sucking. I am not kidding when I say that he will continue to "nurse" until I cut him off. I think 40 minutes is the longest I've let him go, and I know he would have continued.
  • He is very intense about eating. He yells the whole time. I'm pretty sure he is yelling because he is ticked that he has to eat baby food. I tell him every day, "listen buddy, until you get some teeth it's mushy food for you!" Then he yells at me some more. I think he's one of those "gotta get the last word in" types.
  • He is very upset that his little body cannot run/walk/crawl/jump/sprint/somersault/etc. His big blue eyes focus on Abby as she's running around and I can read his little mind "darn you legs, get going!!"
  • He is very ticklish
  • He loves to be held, but not too close...just so he can get a better view of whatever is going on.
  • He thinks Abby is funny and gets so excited when she pays any attention to him. Unless she's poking his eyes, or yelling in is face, or interrupting a 40 minute nursing session. All of which happen at least three times a day!
  • He has a busy little body. The only time Logan is relaxed is in the middle of the night, otherwise he's constantly squirming, rolling, kicking, pinching, yelling, or trying to crawl.
  • I am very aware of the fact that once he can move I will probably never hold him again. I'm pretty confident that he'll never stop running once he's learned how!
  • I love this little guy. I can't imagine my life without him.

9.12.2008

A Quote...

Author Anna Quindlen reminds us not to rush past the fleeting moments. She said: “The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less”(Loud and Clear [2004], 10–11).

9.06.2008

Grubby Mommy

It's 2pm and I'm sitting here on my lap top (very common these days), I haven't brushed my teeth yet (I know that's gross), I haven't showered (and I should mention that I'm probably covered in spit up and peanut butter and jelly), I haven't washed my hair (I got a great new haircut LAST SATURDAY and I haven't even styled it since then!), my house is completely torn apart (thanks to Abigail, whom I affectionately call our Tasmanian devil), I have landry piled up to the ceiling, and there's glitter glue all over our kitchen table (from Abigail's ongoing art projects).
What's that, you say? What have I done lately? Well, I've feed a baby around the clock, I've praised a two year old for pee-peeing on the big girl potty, I've made a good friend dinner to help welcome her third son, I've painted my daughters toenails (three different colors!), I've played at the park, I've made some top notch mud pies in the backyard with my girl, I've laid on the floor encouraging my son as he has almost figured out how to crawl, I've gone on a date with my McDreamy husband, I've sat and talked with my mother in law, I've grocery shopped...at two stores...with a baby strapped to my body and a two year old bouncing up and down in the cart.
If only there was enought time to inlcude cleaning, organizing, scrubbing, washing cars, folding laundry, bleaching toliets, washing floors, excersing, running, walking, doing my hair, cleaning the garage, taking a shower, painting MY toes, and ironing my never ending laundry pile!
The job of "mommy" is not very glamourous. It does not allow the time to dress myself in the latest styles, it does not allow the energy to keep my home pristine, it does not provide the freedom to go where I want, when I want...BUT it is the most important contribution I will make to anything in my lifetime. I will remember this today...as I sit here...covered in spit up...with my hair in a messy poinytale...looking at leggos, glitter glue, and baby pajamas on the floor.

9.03.2008

Less practical, more fanciful

I am a practical person. Practicality seeps into most areas of my life whether I like it or not. I shop with coupons, my hair is short and easy to style, I enjoy hand me downs, I keep our old furniture because, hey, it's already covered with peanut butter and spit up (makes you want to come over and have a seat, huh!), I did not register for China when I got married, I use paper plates, I like 99 cent stores, I wear jeans most of the time. This list of practical things can go on, but the point is, I think I will try and be less practical at times and take enjoyment out of more fanciful things. I will not save the pretty candle--I'll actually burn it and enjoy it's scent. I will pick the flowers off the bush outside and put the fresh flowers on the dinner table. I will make a fancy dinner and decorate the table--not every night, but every now and then. I will make a dinner date with my husband, on a Tuesday. I will get more dirty with the kids--Abby makes rolling around in the mud look fun. Life is too short to be so practical all the time. Loosen up Shauna!

While I'm on the subject, I read (on another blog) about this cool tradition that this one family does. On each person's birthday, everyone gets a balloon. They each write down a wish or dream of theirs and tie it to the balloon. then they all go outside and release the balloons into the air and watch them fly away. I know it's kind of corney...but I'm all for it! Less practical, more fanciful...yes, this shall be my theme for the rest of the year.