Saturday, December 29, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Day 19... My Christmas Belle
The ever present for one reason or another Mom guilt set in yesterday as I was uploading our 20 (yeah I missed five) days of Christmas pictures. Lots of Lucy... not so much Ms. V. It's not that I don't take tons of pictures of her, its just that they aren't exactly her doing something necessarily Christmasy, no matter how adorable. So, the next few will feature our baby Belle and maybe I can get rid of one source of mom guilt today...
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Lucille at 21 Months
- Current favorite things are elf on the shelf doll baby, advent calendar chocolate, Kuechler Transport hoodie from poppy, doing forward rolls, "Mo-Mo" (elmo) and sitting at the counter to have lunch
- Only wears diapers to sleep and on especially long car rides or trips out of the house
- Only likes toast with jam for breakfast
- Hates going to sleep, again
- Has started letting Otis in and out of the house and feeding him his meals
- Favorite activity is painting
- Is an expert raspberry blower, especially on her sister's belly
- Reads her picture books to herself
- Helps in the kitchen by getting out plates, pulling up sleeves, drying clean dishes, watching things in the oven
- Things she has professed to love include shoes, beer, and beans
- Dances whenever Sesame Street comes on
Sunday, December 9, 2012
I am glad it's you
Before you get married people always say you have no idea what you are vowing when you say for better or for worse. Only three years in, I already could not agree more. You assume the big things; babies, death, new homes, financial struggles, vacations, fights with each other and other people. What you don't anticipate is the better and worse of daily life.
We have a lot of "better" with our two little girls. Lucy starting to say I love you, making it to the potty in time, beginning to understand the magic of Christmas time. Vada saying da da for the first time this week, smiling so big her eyes shut, seeing her learn something new everyday. It is all overwhelming. The amount of love we have for these two little ladies is definitely what the better is made of.
Then there is the "worse". When the dog is scratching at the door, the baby is crying for no known reason, and the older is pouring her potty pot out where ever seems like a good idea that minute and you suddenly realize its 12:30 and you haven't had breakfast, let alone a shower, and there is not one clean cloth diaper in the drawer. Cue the tears. Yes, it happens. No, it is not really that bad. It is hardly the worse thing in the world to be in your home everyday with your two healthy babies. But some days it is hard. Really hard. And you realize maybe vowing for better or for worse had to do with seeing the other person at their better and worse in addition to whatever circumstances life brings you.
All I know is I am glad it's him. I am glad he picked me and I said yes. I am glad he is the one up with me at 11:30 when we have been trying to get the kids in bed for 3 hours. How he knows somedays when he gets home all I need is to take a shower by myself. That even when I feel like the house could not be a bigger disaster and I could not be more in need of a hairbrush, he tells me he loves our life. He is my better when I am at my worse. And he doesn't hear it enough but I am so thankful he is.
We have a lot of "better" with our two little girls. Lucy starting to say I love you, making it to the potty in time, beginning to understand the magic of Christmas time. Vada saying da da for the first time this week, smiling so big her eyes shut, seeing her learn something new everyday. It is all overwhelming. The amount of love we have for these two little ladies is definitely what the better is made of.
Then there is the "worse". When the dog is scratching at the door, the baby is crying for no known reason, and the older is pouring her potty pot out where ever seems like a good idea that minute and you suddenly realize its 12:30 and you haven't had breakfast, let alone a shower, and there is not one clean cloth diaper in the drawer. Cue the tears. Yes, it happens. No, it is not really that bad. It is hardly the worse thing in the world to be in your home everyday with your two healthy babies. But some days it is hard. Really hard. And you realize maybe vowing for better or for worse had to do with seeing the other person at their better and worse in addition to whatever circumstances life brings you.
All I know is I am glad it's him. I am glad he picked me and I said yes. I am glad he is the one up with me at 11:30 when we have been trying to get the kids in bed for 3 hours. How he knows somedays when he gets home all I need is to take a shower by myself. That even when I feel like the house could not be a bigger disaster and I could not be more in need of a hairbrush, he tells me he loves our life. He is my better when I am at my worse. And he doesn't hear it enough but I am so thankful he is.
A picture from when better was free beer and worse was living an hour apart.
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