It's been a little while, so let's dive right in!
There are a few things that have been on my mind lately. One of them has only been on it for about 10 minutes and that is how glad I am that my kiddos sleep in my bed. I tried to go to sleep when the boys all went down, but I hadn't washed my face and all I could think about was how sick nasty my pores felt. So I got up to take care of that when I heard my oldest make this very startling squeal/whimper/cry and despite the fact that I knew he was in my bed snuggled safely next to my husband, a mama never can ignore the distressed cry of her little cub, so I dropped everything and ran to check on him. Of course, as I'd expected, he was still asleep and daddy was already on the ball comforting him. As I stood there trying not to vomit my heart, I realized that had I heard that sound coming from his room I would have... well, there are some things that we can't even imagine our reactions to them. I'm just glad that in that moment, I knew he was safe and just having a bad dream.
*Pause for distressed cries from the baby*
No sooner than I finished writing about the wakings of Gavin does Silas start screaming. I ran into my room, slid into my spot in the bed and offered to nurse him, which always soothes him right back to sleep, but not this time. He cried inconsolably for several minutes, refusing to nurse. I finally took him out of the room and sat back at the computer and he instantly settled back to sleep. Clearly, I need to make a dream catcher.
Speaking of dreams, something I actually have been curious about- what do dogs dream? I always hear my dog making noises in his sleep and I know he's dreaming about barking or he will move his legs as if he is at full speed running (which is funny to see while he's laying on his side) and I just wonder what goes on in a dog's brain while they sleep. Like, we have dreams that we can fly, or that bad guys are after us, or the dimensions of reality are warped, do dogs dream that way? Or is it just run of the mill annoying the mail lady, chasing that black dude on a bike down the street, or digging giant ass holes in my backyard? Do dogs have the capacity to dream about things outside of their grasp? I know I dream about things I can't consciously understand all the time. I know it's not profound (shut up Justin) but I was wondering. Get at me with some research!
I'm going to go snuggle my bambinos and hope they sleep peacefully from here on out. Sweet dreams!
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Lackadaisical
I like that word, and appropriately so considering it describes me well as of late. I have this problem. See, every time my husband comes home every single ounce of productivity just goes right out the window and all I want to do is sit and watch Desperate Housewives. I love Netflix. What did people do prior to being able to watch an entire TV series in one sitting? My skin hurts when I think about having to wait a full week to watch the next episode. Too far? Waiting to see the next episode and baby fingernails are hands down the worst ways to torture me!
Moving on. It was a glorious 2 weeks with my husband and children. We celebrated his belated birthday. We celebrated my birthday. Vibrams and diamonds, heyoo! We visited, we gardened, he changed the diapers, made most of the meals, facilitated nearly all of the baths and even washed and folded laundry. It's almost like a vacation when he comes home (see paragraph 1). I married a damn good man.
Now that the little minions and I are back to our solo routine I am trying to make up for my lackadaisical last two weeks and I have spent the last two days being a domestic goddess. I swept the kitchen like 8 times!! I cooked a ton of freezer breakfast things and other random goodies. I cleaned. A lot. Not that you can tell because the offspring see it as their sole purpose in life to undo any doing that I do. Either way, I feel better about the whole slob kabob mom situation. Now, as my two year old sits on the kitchen table eating a grilled cheese and coloring and the baby squirms happily in the pile of junk mail he's strewn about the place, I realize (again and again) that our normal is very much unlike normal's normal. It makes sense to me. I was reminded of this today when my new sister-in-law-to-be (btw my little brother got engaged this past weekend!!) pointed out how much she enjoys observing the way we raise our children and how apparent it is that we have our own methods to the magic. It felt good for someone to compliment my parenting in such a way. Especially considering that about 90 percent of the time I am absolutely certain that I'm ruining my children. So, if you two are adults now and reading this and you're unable to properly function in society, my bad.<3
Moving on. It was a glorious 2 weeks with my husband and children. We celebrated his belated birthday. We celebrated my birthday. Vibrams and diamonds, heyoo! We visited, we gardened, he changed the diapers, made most of the meals, facilitated nearly all of the baths and even washed and folded laundry. It's almost like a vacation when he comes home (see paragraph 1). I married a damn good man.
Now that the little minions and I are back to our solo routine I am trying to make up for my lackadaisical last two weeks and I have spent the last two days being a domestic goddess. I swept the kitchen like 8 times!! I cooked a ton of freezer breakfast things and other random goodies. I cleaned. A lot. Not that you can tell because the offspring see it as their sole purpose in life to undo any doing that I do. Either way, I feel better about the whole slob kabob mom situation. Now, as my two year old sits on the kitchen table eating a grilled cheese and coloring and the baby squirms happily in the pile of junk mail he's strewn about the place, I realize (again and again) that our normal is very much unlike normal's normal. It makes sense to me. I was reminded of this today when my new sister-in-law-to-be (btw my little brother got engaged this past weekend!!) pointed out how much she enjoys observing the way we raise our children and how apparent it is that we have our own methods to the magic. It felt good for someone to compliment my parenting in such a way. Especially considering that about 90 percent of the time I am absolutely certain that I'm ruining my children. So, if you two are adults now and reading this and you're unable to properly function in society, my bad.<3
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
She's Fabulous, But She's Evil.
My husband is home!!! He got in about 3 days ago so we have been spending lots of family time together and working on our yard. We like yard work. Sorta. I'm so happy to have him home. I have slept in every morning that he's been back and I haven't cleaned the kitchen once! It is always amazing to have help with the kids and house and just have my husband home. It's always nice to hang out with someone you love!
I am so happy to see how happy and calm Gavin has been since his daddy got home. He follows him around all day and helps Austin do things or just has to be near him. It's pretty sweet. He's much more easy going with his dad around and that totally makes my days better!
Poor Silas has had a rough few days. He has had a gnarly fever, cut two teeth, and has slept a ton. But when he's awake he's fussy and clingy and miserable. The fever is gone, but he's still making me crazy.
In other news, tomorrow is my birthday. This proves two things... despite how much I believe in being able to will things to happen (how else do you think I got these abs?) I cannot will the world to skip right over May 2nd. I've realized I should have been a leap year baby, then the world would only ignore my desire to skip my birthday every 4 years. I'd take it. It also proves that, as it turns out, I am not going to die when I'm 22. Unless shit hits the fan in the next 45 minutes. As long as I can remember I have always believed I was gonna kick it at 22. Call me crazy. Really, I would understand. But that is just what I've always believed. I also thought that if it didn't happen at 22 it would probably happen at 23. But I swear, if I make it to 24 (yikes! that just sounds so old!!) then I'll shut up about it. Promise.
I also believe that the day before your birthday should be celebrated. I'd much rather celebrate my last day of being younger than celebrate being another year older. I think the world has this birthday tradition backwards. So, today we went to my mom's and had lunch and Austin and I were given cake and a gift. Since he was away for his birthday and all. Then we came home and planted some junk in the yard, I'm determined to not look like white trash. Pipe dreams. And spent a great day with my favorite men!
PS. Despite my melancholy view on birthdays I am in no way opposed to birthday presents. Particularly if they sparkle. Just saying.
Also, my left boob is as big as Silas' head right now. That might seem awkward to note but when he reads this in 20 years and is totally weirded out, I'm going to giggle.
I am so happy to see how happy and calm Gavin has been since his daddy got home. He follows him around all day and helps Austin do things or just has to be near him. It's pretty sweet. He's much more easy going with his dad around and that totally makes my days better!
Poor Silas has had a rough few days. He has had a gnarly fever, cut two teeth, and has slept a ton. But when he's awake he's fussy and clingy and miserable. The fever is gone, but he's still making me crazy.
In other news, tomorrow is my birthday. This proves two things... despite how much I believe in being able to will things to happen (how else do you think I got these abs?) I cannot will the world to skip right over May 2nd. I've realized I should have been a leap year baby, then the world would only ignore my desire to skip my birthday every 4 years. I'd take it. It also proves that, as it turns out, I am not going to die when I'm 22. Unless shit hits the fan in the next 45 minutes. As long as I can remember I have always believed I was gonna kick it at 22. Call me crazy. Really, I would understand. But that is just what I've always believed. I also thought that if it didn't happen at 22 it would probably happen at 23. But I swear, if I make it to 24 (yikes! that just sounds so old!!) then I'll shut up about it. Promise.
I also believe that the day before your birthday should be celebrated. I'd much rather celebrate my last day of being younger than celebrate being another year older. I think the world has this birthday tradition backwards. So, today we went to my mom's and had lunch and Austin and I were given cake and a gift. Since he was away for his birthday and all. Then we came home and planted some junk in the yard, I'm determined to not look like white trash. Pipe dreams. And spent a great day with my favorite men!
PS. Despite my melancholy view on birthdays I am in no way opposed to birthday presents. Particularly if they sparkle. Just saying.
Also, my left boob is as big as Silas' head right now. That might seem awkward to note but when he reads this in 20 years and is totally weirded out, I'm going to giggle.
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