4.29.2009

success? I think not....

Logan ate a handful of dirt and two rollie-pollies today.

Abby will NOT go #2 on the potty no matter how much I beg/bribe/talk/encourage her.

Successful day as a mother?

Doubtful.

unmotivated writer's block

I've been unmotivated about most things in life lately. While I've got a ton of thoughts rolling around in my head, I have no patience to actually sit and type them. So, until my unenthusiastic state of being is replaced with some oomph I shall leave you with some recent pictures....enjoy....

4.23.2009

First Steps

Our boy is walking.

He
never
stops!

Lots
of
energy!



(ps. this one's for you ...you know who you are) :)

4.16.2009

People watching at the zoo

We took the kids to the Los Angeles Zoo today. I was shocked when we walked to the entrance at 11:30am and the line to the ticket counter was huge!

I stood there.

I waited.

I shuffled forward another foot or two.

And I people watched.

Did you know that I'm always people watching and listening in to other people's conversations? Well, I am. I just can't help myself. People watching is one of my most favorite activities. One that I do not get to do all that often, as I am usually home with my kids all day. But today, at the zoo, there was an entire bounty of interesting characters to spy on.

A beautiful women in front of me. Spanish speaking. With two pre-teen sons. I was surprised when her husband walked up. He looked like a gang member. Didn't see that one coming.

The grandmother-ish women behind. She made like 15 calls on her cell phone. Speaking in, what I'm guessing, was Arabic. She was frantic. She kept stepping in front of me, bumping into me from behind, looking over her shoulder. She was a big ball of nervous energy and she made me tense. Finally, I ushered her in front of me. She seemed happier that she had made her way closer to the ticket counter.

Two college aged boys. Clearly European by the way they dressed. Europeans guys can dress almost feminine and pull it off. They had tight Bermuda shorts rolled just above their knees, tight t-shirts on and big sunglasses. Very hip--if you're a European. :) They were speaking French...fast...back and forth to one another. I wondered what they were talking about.

I stood in that line for nearly 25 minutes and I never heard another person speak English. I find that very fascinating. I love that part of LA. I think that other cultures are intriguing.

We eventually made it in. Saw some animals. Walked around. Bought a bottle of water for $4.00. Abby fell twice. Logan wanted to climb into every animals catch and was ticked each time I did not let him. We left at 3:30. Bad thing about LA-getting on the freeway anytime after 3:00. We sat in traffic. My lovely husband drove. I read. (I'm currently devouring the Twilight series). The kids slept.

And that was that.

4.15.2009

Wishing for a sick day...

Today I do not want to be a mother.

I won't apologize for that statement.

Because it's true.

I'm sure all mothers have those days. I just want to be left alone to my thoughts. I want to read a book for hours without interruption. I want to lay down and watch a movie. I want to go somewhere fun with my husband. I want to sleep in. I don't want to change diapers, clean snotty noses, watch oatmeal covered hands, whip down yogurt crusted highchairs, entertain children, or cook meals.

I just want to do my own thing today.

I want to be selfish.

Which, unfortunately, is not an option when you have the title of mother.

4.13.2009

Oh Happy Day

I love Easter. It's one of my favorite celebrations. I'm also loving that John's on Spring Break this week. Yes! So, it's off to sit on the couch with my husband...no time for blogging today. :)


4.08.2009

Three


It was around 5:30am when my water broke. I woke up John and we headed to the hospital. I remember the drive. I think we were both a little terrified. I remember I called my mom, she answered the phone with the "are you in labor" tone. I whispered to her that my water broke and we were on our way to meet our daughter. I'm not sure why I whispered. I think it was because I was very aware that we were about to create a sacred memory.

We were checked in. I remember feel so scared, but really excited. I was hooked up to all the monitors, wires, ivy's, and poked and prodded. Then we sat. We waited. We saw family. We saw the needle on the contraction monitor bounce up and down. We waited some more. We were told that Abigail's heart rate was decelerating. I was flipped from one side to another. I was ready to push. I remember pushing so hard that I was sure my eyes were going to pop. I remember John's face, the encouragement from my sister, and the information from my awesome nurse. Our stubborn, emotional Abigail was face up and stuck. They told me I had a few more chances to get her out or we'd have to do a C-section. I pushed with all my heart, and out came our little girl. I distinctly remember my sister's joyful cries as she watched her niece being pulled up by her little legs and welcomed to our world. John was quiet, but I'll never forget the look on his face.

A family of three was created.

A mother was born.

My world has never been the same.

Happy Birthday to my sweet, sensitive, stubborn, strong willed, emotional, caring, Abigail. We love you.

4.04.2009

Mama Van Gogh

It is no secret that I am not the artist of the family. That title belongs to John. Abigail seems to have her daddy's art genes, she loved to "decorate" with chalk, markers, paint, glue, stickers, and glitter. Often I find myself outside, sitting on the ground while Abigail asks me to draw certain things. It also often happens that Abigail is frustrated with my lack of talent. But I try.

Above: my version of Nemo...
Below: my version of a jellyfish, which Abby calls "boing boings" (if you've seen Nemo, you'll know why)
This is the best great white shark that I could produce.Abby wanted me to draw Bolt--which is a character from the movie Bolt. Bolt is the little white dog...and apparently I cannot draw a dog. Who knew?! Above is my first attempt, which Abby told me is "not Bolt. it's a cat!" Below is my second attempt, which Abby told me was a rabbit...so I turned it into a bunny. Abby was actually angry that I wouldn't draw Bolt. Little does she know that her mother just cannot seem to draw a convincing dog.