I finally got the stupid video off of my phone! It gave me an error message twice. I gave up and posted that entry. But NOW for some reason, it has worked, so without further ado (or Much Ado About Nothing), I give you the counting expertise of Alexander Scott Parnell.
He sort of gives up after 5. Or 6. I don't remember. But he can count to ten, particularly when we are on the changing table. And by we, I of course, mean him. I am on the business end of Alex Parnell when he chooses to consistently start counting and I'm not really in a position to run and grab my camera. So you will be satisfied with what I have. [doing the Jedi Mind Trick on you right now, mmmk?]
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Quarter Round
Today is the first day in a week I get my husband back. He's been tied up on conference calls that last up to thirteen hours. Go back and read that again. I'll wait. Yes, you read correctly, thirteen hours. They're working on all the integration stuff for the two companies since the merger and the part he's working on is taking these crazy long conference calls. So I am happy it is Saturday because I get my man back!! All week long he's been here, but with those earbuds stuck in his ears. It's nice to have him interact with the rest of us!
So since today is our first "family" time, I of course, decide to finish up the quarter round in the breakfast room. It is sucking my will to live. We're getting there, and I am LOVING using the chop saw, but it's not pretty. My dad always said "measure twice, cut once". It seems I am measuring twice and cutting even more times than that. :/
I'm getting better, but the best angle match up so far? Yup, the one that will be hidden behind a piece of furniture. Such is my luck.
The ridiculous part? This is not hard!! I kind of don't get why I'm having such a hard time.
Enjoy your weekend!
So since today is our first "family" time, I of course, decide to finish up the quarter round in the breakfast room. It is sucking my will to live. We're getting there, and I am LOVING using the chop saw, but it's not pretty. My dad always said "measure twice, cut once". It seems I am measuring twice and cutting even more times than that. :/
I'm getting better, but the best angle match up so far? Yup, the one that will be hidden behind a piece of furniture. Such is my luck.
The ridiculous part? This is not hard!! I kind of don't get why I'm having such a hard time.
Enjoy your weekend!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
The downside to crafting
So I am a very impatient person. Very impatient. Waiting 18 weeks to find out the sex of my babies (NO I AM NOT PREGNANT!!) was torture. I want what I want when I want it and the when is usually now. I cannot stand to order things because EVEN THOUGH said item would have been shipped to and have arrived by the time I actually find what I am looking for in a store, I cannot logically wait that long. Illogical, I know. So back to my downside of crafting. Perhaps I should have called this post Lesson #1. Maybe I should go back up and change the title. Nope. Too much effort and then this last grouping of sentences would have to be erased as well because they would no longer make sense. MOVING FORWARD.
OK so what day did I decorate the laundry room? Monday night? Was it Tuesday? Anyway, I hot glued that black ribbon to the frame of the mirror but wondered at its stability. Would the mirror fall? I made sure that nail went into a stud so that shouldn't happen. Boy what if it falls down in the middle of the night, breaks, and also sets off the glass break sensor thus causing the house alarm to go off, Jeff and I to wake up in a panic, and, oh, let's not go there. Mirror will be fine. Zzzzzzzzzzzz.
Next morning: I wake up and go about my business, with all these really cool ideas running around in my head about what I can make over in my house. Get the kids dressed, fed, we're off to take Jeff to the Park N Ride and as I start to unlock the back door, I see it. Flat on top of the white wire shelf, with about a third hanging over the open floor, is the mirror. One side of the ribbon has come unglued. Sigh. First of all, thank you Jesus for allowing that shelf to catch my mirror so I didn't have tiny feet running through shards of glass unbeknownst to their mamma. Secondly, how awful would it have been to have that totally awesome mirror break????? Tragedy avoided. So friends, one of two things happened. Either the mirror is too heavy to have used a hot glue gun, OR (and I'm sort of leaning this way) I didn't let the glue get hot enough. Because I am impatient and wanted that wall decorated now. Lucky for me, spray paint dries quickly in Texas. Truthfully, when I started attaching the ribbon, it wasn't as runny and gooey as glue should be. In fact, the first squirts of glue that I forced out were almost dry as soon as they landed on the frame. Usually a sign the glue isn't hot enough to use. Duh. So lesson learned (can't promise I won't repeat other time saving, er, impatient me actions) and this girl will be buying some Gorilla Glue tomorrow to fix that mirror once and for all.
Side Note: I have started the armoire. I am having a love/hate relationship with it right now. I am almost done the first step but I am not loving it yet. I am not hating it (as I was about 4 minutes into this project) but I'm not fully there yet. :/
We will see how this progresses and I'll show you the before, during, and after shots. I'll share all the guts and the glory (hopefully) with you when I'm done. In the meantime, lets just say that I have an armoire, minus the doors, sitting in my bedroom that looks like its shielding itself from an alien invasion. If you don't know what I am talking about, go watch M. Night Shyamalon's Signs.
I have a metallic-ish piece of furniture calling my name. But because no blogpost should be published without a picture (I totally feel obligated each time!!) I will leave you with this sweet brown eyed face.
Love. This. Boy.
OK so what day did I decorate the laundry room? Monday night? Was it Tuesday? Anyway, I hot glued that black ribbon to the frame of the mirror but wondered at its stability. Would the mirror fall? I made sure that nail went into a stud so that shouldn't happen. Boy what if it falls down in the middle of the night, breaks, and also sets off the glass break sensor thus causing the house alarm to go off, Jeff and I to wake up in a panic, and, oh, let's not go there. Mirror will be fine. Zzzzzzzzzzzz.
Next morning: I wake up and go about my business, with all these really cool ideas running around in my head about what I can make over in my house. Get the kids dressed, fed, we're off to take Jeff to the Park N Ride and as I start to unlock the back door, I see it. Flat on top of the white wire shelf, with about a third hanging over the open floor, is the mirror. One side of the ribbon has come unglued. Sigh. First of all, thank you Jesus for allowing that shelf to catch my mirror so I didn't have tiny feet running through shards of glass unbeknownst to their mamma. Secondly, how awful would it have been to have that totally awesome mirror break????? Tragedy avoided. So friends, one of two things happened. Either the mirror is too heavy to have used a hot glue gun, OR (and I'm sort of leaning this way) I didn't let the glue get hot enough. Because I am impatient and wanted that wall decorated now. Lucky for me, spray paint dries quickly in Texas. Truthfully, when I started attaching the ribbon, it wasn't as runny and gooey as glue should be. In fact, the first squirts of glue that I forced out were almost dry as soon as they landed on the frame. Usually a sign the glue isn't hot enough to use. Duh. So lesson learned (can't promise I won't repeat other time saving, er, impatient me actions) and this girl will be buying some Gorilla Glue tomorrow to fix that mirror once and for all.
Side Note: I have started the armoire. I am having a love/hate relationship with it right now. I am almost done the first step but I am not loving it yet. I am not hating it (as I was about 4 minutes into this project) but I'm not fully there yet. :/
We will see how this progresses and I'll show you the before, during, and after shots. I'll share all the guts and the glory (hopefully) with you when I'm done. In the meantime, lets just say that I have an armoire, minus the doors, sitting in my bedroom that looks like its shielding itself from an alien invasion. If you don't know what I am talking about, go watch M. Night Shyamalon's Signs.
I have a metallic-ish piece of furniture calling my name. But because no blogpost should be published without a picture (I totally feel obligated each time!!) I will leave you with this sweet brown eyed face.
Love. This. Boy.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I Am Officially Addicted
Seriously. I am head over heels in LOVE with DIY/crafting/repurposing/decorating blogs. Let's face it, the Parnells are on a budget. My love for decorating has been on a multi-year hiatus. OK so I got to decorate two nurseries and a scrapbook room but my creative juices had no outlet and had sort of dried up. Enter my cousin Megan. She is AH-mazing. I had read her blog off and on as it showed up in my facebook news feed but really started following her to prepare for her visit last month. You know, get a peek into her life, what she liked (hazlenut creamer, good coffee, oatmeal) and get a glimpse as to what I could do to get ready for her (and her sweet family) to visit. Enter her love of crafting, a glue gun, and a budget. My kind of girl. She had a post on her blog about adding tin foil to an end table and it turned out so cool! Check her out here. So my gears started turning. She linked to another blogger who knocks off Anthropologie stuff and posts her transformations to her cool thriftstore finds and I was hooked. That blog led to another which led to another and those creative juices that I thought had dried up? Well, they appeared from whatever corner of my mind they had retreated to and are BACK in full force. If I am honest, I will confess that I spent today's naptime (the kids naptime, not mine!) googling DIY blogs and cataloguing my ideas. So. Many. To. Choose. From. I have ideas for Emma's room, my kitchen, and my bedroom. AH! There are not enough hours in the day anymore.
So, I am sort of a "gotta have it now" kind of girl. I really want to try the tinfoil treatment on my bedroom armoire (that Jeff HATES by the way. He has tried all sorts of ideas to get it out of our bedroom but I stubbornly hold on because while it is not really my style anymore, I H-A-T-E having a television visible. So ugly and dated or not, those doors close and it looks clean and tidy and NO television in sight.) Boy, I am getting sidetracked here. So, I have two rolls of tin foil but no mod podge so I cannot get started. And those sweet babies of mine? Yeah, still sleeping so I can't run to Michaels and pick up some mod podge. Hmm...so I get an idea for my laundry room. We've just finished replacing the hideous pink tile in the laundry room (and I've been working on replacing the quarter round and repainting and that room is finally finished) so that room has been in a state of upheaval. We just got the washer and dryer back in Sunday night and I needed to start getting the other things back in the room. The wall above the white wire shelves has always been bare and I've always hated it.
I remembered some things I had stashed around the house (most of this stuff I had squirreled away in drawers) and started my treasure hunt. I found an old vintage mirror that my grandma gave me which I LOVED but could never find the perfect home for. The giddiness started to build. In the same drawer, I also had a framed picture of Godey's Fashions for November 1866 my other grandmother had given to me. Her mother had it framed decades ago and while I hated the black and gold frame, I couldn't bear to reframe it. It still has the label from the store that framed it for her. Very old. But hidden in a drawer. I also found (in same said drawer) a silver picture frame with my favorite picture of my family in it. Not really going to be a picture kind of wall but it had potential. My friend Tracy had given me a Texas A&M cross and to put it up, I pulled down another cross I had on my Wall O' Crosses and that cross had just been on top of the dresser in my dining room since December. OK, what else. While scavenging that cross from my dining room, I spied a box on a shelving unit. Now I have awesome grandparents for so many reasons, but my father's mother saved everything. And I mean everything. In the box were a pair of what look like hand crocheted baby booties. I think they were my dad's. So cute. And SO in line with my vintage inspired wall I was putting together.
Some may question my decision to spray paint that vintage frame with the Godey's fashion page in it, and I did some serious thinking before I committed to it. That picture, while I loved it, had been tucked in a drawer since I married Jeff because he didn't love it. Do I keep it entirely original and tucked in a drawer to just have? Or do I do what I want to make it mine while still keeping the integrity of the piece and *actually* use it? Easy. I taped up every square inch of that frame and the backing and once the silver spray paint was dry, I sanded it in some places to distress it.
I took the family picture out of the picture frame and cut a piece of scrapbook paper I had left over from making some thank you notes for my sister in law and put that in the frame. Then I pulled the stand thing (whatever - it is what makes the picture frame stand up) off because when hung, you would see the bottom right of that black stand piece and it looked stupid. I ran some black ribbon through the crochet holes in the booties, hot glued some black ribbon to the frame of the vintage mirror, and viola. The hard part was arranging it all.
I love it. Just love it. And the best part? It was FREE! BAM! Love it even more.
Next up? I shall be attacking that armoire. I'm kinda scared, but go big or go home, right? I'll give you the before and cross your fingers that I love the after. I get very moody while doing "projects" and love something, hate it, love it again throughout the process. Here's hoping we end on a "love it" note so I don't wind up biting more than I can chew. (because truthfully, I still have to finish the quarter round in the rest of my house.)
So, I am sort of a "gotta have it now" kind of girl. I really want to try the tinfoil treatment on my bedroom armoire (that Jeff HATES by the way. He has tried all sorts of ideas to get it out of our bedroom but I stubbornly hold on because while it is not really my style anymore, I H-A-T-E having a television visible. So ugly and dated or not, those doors close and it looks clean and tidy and NO television in sight.) Boy, I am getting sidetracked here. So, I have two rolls of tin foil but no mod podge so I cannot get started. And those sweet babies of mine? Yeah, still sleeping so I can't run to Michaels and pick up some mod podge. Hmm...so I get an idea for my laundry room. We've just finished replacing the hideous pink tile in the laundry room (and I've been working on replacing the quarter round and repainting and that room is finally finished) so that room has been in a state of upheaval. We just got the washer and dryer back in Sunday night and I needed to start getting the other things back in the room. The wall above the white wire shelves has always been bare and I've always hated it.
I remembered some things I had stashed around the house (most of this stuff I had squirreled away in drawers) and started my treasure hunt. I found an old vintage mirror that my grandma gave me which I LOVED but could never find the perfect home for. The giddiness started to build. In the same drawer, I also had a framed picture of Godey's Fashions for November 1866 my other grandmother had given to me. Her mother had it framed decades ago and while I hated the black and gold frame, I couldn't bear to reframe it. It still has the label from the store that framed it for her. Very old. But hidden in a drawer. I also found (in same said drawer) a silver picture frame with my favorite picture of my family in it. Not really going to be a picture kind of wall but it had potential. My friend Tracy had given me a Texas A&M cross and to put it up, I pulled down another cross I had on my Wall O' Crosses and that cross had just been on top of the dresser in my dining room since December. OK, what else. While scavenging that cross from my dining room, I spied a box on a shelving unit. Now I have awesome grandparents for so many reasons, but my father's mother saved everything. And I mean everything. In the box were a pair of what look like hand crocheted baby booties. I think they were my dad's. So cute. And SO in line with my vintage inspired wall I was putting together.
Some may question my decision to spray paint that vintage frame with the Godey's fashion page in it, and I did some serious thinking before I committed to it. That picture, while I loved it, had been tucked in a drawer since I married Jeff because he didn't love it. Do I keep it entirely original and tucked in a drawer to just have? Or do I do what I want to make it mine while still keeping the integrity of the piece and *actually* use it? Easy. I taped up every square inch of that frame and the backing and once the silver spray paint was dry, I sanded it in some places to distress it.
I took the family picture out of the picture frame and cut a piece of scrapbook paper I had left over from making some thank you notes for my sister in law and put that in the frame. Then I pulled the stand thing (whatever - it is what makes the picture frame stand up) off because when hung, you would see the bottom right of that black stand piece and it looked stupid. I ran some black ribbon through the crochet holes in the booties, hot glued some black ribbon to the frame of the vintage mirror, and viola. The hard part was arranging it all.
I love it. Just love it. And the best part? It was FREE! BAM! Love it even more.
Next up? I shall be attacking that armoire. I'm kinda scared, but go big or go home, right? I'll give you the before and cross your fingers that I love the after. I get very moody while doing "projects" and love something, hate it, love it again throughout the process. Here's hoping we end on a "love it" note so I don't wind up biting more than I can chew. (because truthfully, I still have to finish the quarter round in the rest of my house.)
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Boys Versus Girls In The World Series Of Love
OK, love's got nothing to do with it.
So I have *many* observations on the differences between girls and boys. Having one of each (and them being exactly 16 months apart) I feel qualified to discuss my ultra scientific findings. Hey, it's my blog, and I'll draw conclusions where I want to!
Let me set the stage.
Oh, my precious 2 year old Emma. She is funny, she is smart, she is beautiful and she is aaaaaall girl. Painted pink toenails, pink crocs, hair bows, and skirts. Everything must be pink because "Mommy, I yuve pink. It's just so pretty!" Her idea of playing with 5 toys is to line them all up. Perfectly. Alex, on the other hand is my thoughtful, observant, quick to smile at home but takes longer to warm up with others. He is ALL BOY. What is his favorite toy? Honestly, two of something. One for each hand and then he bangs them together. Rocks, toy cars, baby bottles, whatever. Just something in each hand to bang. He is a riot. Now as much "girl" as Emma possesses, she is equal parts, um, less prissy. See she is almost neurotic about needing her shoes on (only pink crocs please...Easter should be interesting this weekend. Easter dress and scuffed dingy crocs. If you see me Sunday, don't judge) to go outside. Interestingly, once outside, she rips off said shoes, lines them up on the windowsill of her playhouse and proceeds to fill them with dirt. She digs in the dirt, fills her shoes, and drags those filthy fingers across her face. Face and feet are subject to blackened mess at any given time. Love that girl. This week, she got out all 15 containers of Play Doh and lined them up. Perfectly. But it gets better. She then proceeded to turn all the containers until the labels all faced forward. Single tear. People, you can't teach that. She is MY girl!!
Even changing diapers puts me at opposite ends of the spectrum. Emma lays there, just as calm and still as she can be. Even when she's got diaper rash, she doesn't really squirm. She just asks for "cream" and lets me fix her up as good as new. Alex, whether wet or dry or even if we're just changing clothes is ALL over the place. Every time. And he's not just squirmy, but he is also laughing hysterically at his antics and my despair! I need 6 arms to contain him and change him. I seriously deserve a medal for changing him. Love that brown eyed boy.
Now this week, Mr. Parnell decided to shock the pants off of me. While I was struggling to keep him still and change his diaper, he started counting. At first I thought, "Oh that's funny, that sounded like he just said one!" Aaand then something came out of his mouth that sounded like "two". Hmm. That was followed by 3,4,6, "seben" (he's been listening to his sister!), 8, 9, 10. Really? He has done it several times since so it's not just a fluke. The little monkey won't come down the stairs by himself but he can count to 10?? Really buddy? When he skips a number, Emma is quick to kindly (no really, she is kind about it) correct him.
Oh she just loves him. And he adores her. One of my *favorite* sounds is the two of them making each other laugh. Not just the sweet giggles I hear, but the big belly laughs. That sound makes this mamma so happy.
We found Easter outfits today (way to wait until the last minute Heather) and I have my first new Easter dress in years. I made the mistake of letting Emma try hers on today and you would have thought I was trying to amputate her left arm when I took that dress off of her. She loves her dress and can not wait to wear it this weekend!!
I'm hoping to get some good pictures tomorrow at our egg hunt.
Sigh.
**update: I got some GREAT pictures. And guess what else? Emma let me put some silver shoes on her cute little feet. I personally wouldn't have chosen silver, I'd have picked up some cute white sandals IF I WOULD HAVE KNOWN IT WOULDN'T BE A WASTE OF TIME AND MONEY!! But she said yes to "new shoes" and I dug around in her basket and came up with silver. They were cute. But you didn't know of my thoughts pre-Easter! Because, in true Heather fashion, this never got posted. It was actually two posts I turned into one. Let me reintroduce myself for those of you who don't know. I am Heather and I am a perfectionist. See, I videoed Alex counting and wanted to include it on this post. So I didn't publish it because I needed to grab the video off of my phone. But I haven't. So now Easter has come and gone and I now will look silly when I post this. ...off to find the cord to upload the darn video so I can push PUBLISH and be done with this once and for all! grin.
So I have *many* observations on the differences between girls and boys. Having one of each (and them being exactly 16 months apart) I feel qualified to discuss my ultra scientific findings. Hey, it's my blog, and I'll draw conclusions where I want to!
Let me set the stage.
Oh, my precious 2 year old Emma. She is funny, she is smart, she is beautiful and she is aaaaaall girl. Painted pink toenails, pink crocs, hair bows, and skirts. Everything must be pink because "Mommy, I yuve pink. It's just so pretty!" Her idea of playing with 5 toys is to line them all up. Perfectly. Alex, on the other hand is my thoughtful, observant, quick to smile at home but takes longer to warm up with others. He is ALL BOY. What is his favorite toy? Honestly, two of something. One for each hand and then he bangs them together. Rocks, toy cars, baby bottles, whatever. Just something in each hand to bang. He is a riot. Now as much "girl" as Emma possesses, she is equal parts, um, less prissy. See she is almost neurotic about needing her shoes on (only pink crocs please...Easter should be interesting this weekend. Easter dress and scuffed dingy crocs. If you see me Sunday, don't judge) to go outside. Interestingly, once outside, she rips off said shoes, lines them up on the windowsill of her playhouse and proceeds to fill them with dirt. She digs in the dirt, fills her shoes, and drags those filthy fingers across her face. Face and feet are subject to blackened mess at any given time. Love that girl. This week, she got out all 15 containers of Play Doh and lined them up. Perfectly. But it gets better. She then proceeded to turn all the containers until the labels all faced forward. Single tear. People, you can't teach that. She is MY girl!!
Even changing diapers puts me at opposite ends of the spectrum. Emma lays there, just as calm and still as she can be. Even when she's got diaper rash, she doesn't really squirm. She just asks for "cream" and lets me fix her up as good as new. Alex, whether wet or dry or even if we're just changing clothes is ALL over the place. Every time. And he's not just squirmy, but he is also laughing hysterically at his antics and my despair! I need 6 arms to contain him and change him. I seriously deserve a medal for changing him. Love that brown eyed boy.
Now this week, Mr. Parnell decided to shock the pants off of me. While I was struggling to keep him still and change his diaper, he started counting. At first I thought, "Oh that's funny, that sounded like he just said one!" Aaand then something came out of his mouth that sounded like "two". Hmm. That was followed by 3,4,6, "seben" (he's been listening to his sister!), 8, 9, 10. Really? He has done it several times since so it's not just a fluke. The little monkey won't come down the stairs by himself but he can count to 10?? Really buddy? When he skips a number, Emma is quick to kindly (no really, she is kind about it) correct him.
Oh she just loves him. And he adores her. One of my *favorite* sounds is the two of them making each other laugh. Not just the sweet giggles I hear, but the big belly laughs. That sound makes this mamma so happy.
We found Easter outfits today (way to wait until the last minute Heather) and I have my first new Easter dress in years. I made the mistake of letting Emma try hers on today and you would have thought I was trying to amputate her left arm when I took that dress off of her. She loves her dress and can not wait to wear it this weekend!!
I'm hoping to get some good pictures tomorrow at our egg hunt.
Sigh.
**update: I got some GREAT pictures. And guess what else? Emma let me put some silver shoes on her cute little feet. I personally wouldn't have chosen silver, I'd have picked up some cute white sandals IF I WOULD HAVE KNOWN IT WOULDN'T BE A WASTE OF TIME AND MONEY!! But she said yes to "new shoes" and I dug around in her basket and came up with silver. They were cute. But you didn't know of my thoughts pre-Easter! Because, in true Heather fashion, this never got posted. It was actually two posts I turned into one. Let me reintroduce myself for those of you who don't know. I am Heather and I am a perfectionist. See, I videoed Alex counting and wanted to include it on this post. So I didn't publish it because I needed to grab the video off of my phone. But I haven't. So now Easter has come and gone and I now will look silly when I post this. ...off to find the cord to upload the darn video so I can push PUBLISH and be done with this once and for all! grin.
Welcome Back!
I know that is what you should all be saying to me right now if we could speak face to face. "Welcome back, Heather! How have you been?" Yes. I have been gone for a loooong time. Sorry. See, you should know that in my absence, I have had Baby P (Alexander Scott), become a stay at home mom, and have increased my attendance at church during the week by helping teach Kindergarten WAM (Worship Arts Ministry - OK people, it's Children's Choir for all you good Baptists out there) and doing a women's Bible study Thursday mornings. I love it all! So while I am not leaving the house (on most days) to "work" I do, in fact, work my hiney off! I had no idea laundry multiplied when you turn your back. Or that if I clean up the toys in the living room, twenty minutes later they would all be out and perhaps "redistributed" to several different rooms in the house? Who knew becoming Donna Domestic was this hard? I used to think, "Oh what a wonderful wife I would be if I just stayed at home." Visions of me (I am serious here) vacuuming in heels and pearls danced in my head. You are welcome for that bit of honesty. To my credit, when we were first married, I did vacuum in my wedding tiara. Perhaps I should get that back out!
If I am honest, I did not think being a stay at home mom would be all that hard. Honestly. What could be so bad about staying home with my babies?? I wanted that so much! I missed that one on one time with my sweet Emma but am holding on to precious moments with both Emma and Alex. I wonder if it would have been easier if I had stayed at home after Emma was born, but whatever. I am home now. And I love it.
There are certainly days where I want to run away as soon as Jeff comes home, but it's usually because Emma has pushed my buttons (she can be very good at that!) and when she does that, chances are, she didn't nap well.
But all that to say, I love being at home. I love the changes I see in my kids. I love that my 16 month old has a vocabulary of at least 20 words and that my two and a half year old can count to one hundred. OK, really it's twenty. But recently, she has started substituting the word twenty with "one hungrick!" She will count all the way up to 19, look at me, and then shout "one hungrick!" Then she usually giggles. Oh sweet Emma Elise.
My littles are allegedly sleeping right now, but judging from the loud banging that is going on, Emma is sleeping peacefully but Alex is throwing something. Most likely his football. So in order to not post THIS for a year (see below post!) I will cut it short and push the PUBLISH POST button and be done. But I shall be back! I have so much to say regarding boys versus girls. And a husband in school. And these fun ages we are in. And so. much. more! So in the words of Tigger, TTFN!
If I am honest, I did not think being a stay at home mom would be all that hard. Honestly. What could be so bad about staying home with my babies?? I wanted that so much! I missed that one on one time with my sweet Emma but am holding on to precious moments with both Emma and Alex. I wonder if it would have been easier if I had stayed at home after Emma was born, but whatever. I am home now. And I love it.
There are certainly days where I want to run away as soon as Jeff comes home, but it's usually because Emma has pushed my buttons (she can be very good at that!) and when she does that, chances are, she didn't nap well.
But all that to say, I love being at home. I love the changes I see in my kids. I love that my 16 month old has a vocabulary of at least 20 words and that my two and a half year old can count to one hundred. OK, really it's twenty. But recently, she has started substituting the word twenty with "one hungrick!" She will count all the way up to 19, look at me, and then shout "one hungrick!" Then she usually giggles. Oh sweet Emma Elise.
My littles are allegedly sleeping right now, but judging from the loud banging that is going on, Emma is sleeping peacefully but Alex is throwing something. Most likely his football. So in order to not post THIS for a year (see below post!) I will cut it short and push the PUBLISH POST button and be done. But I shall be back! I have so much to say regarding boys versus girls. And a husband in school. And these fun ages we are in. And so. much. more! So in the words of Tigger, TTFN!
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