october 30, 2010

An overview of our day (and mind you, Keith was at work and then at the ASU game today):

Ma, big milk. Ma, big milk. Ma, big milk. Ma, Ferb. Ma, Pat Pat. Ma, Oso. Ma, Ma, Ma.

Don't pick garbage up. Luke, don't put sand there. Luke, don't put sand there either. The bridge won't fall down; you'll be okay. Luke, don't put sand there either. Don't pick that garbage up. Don't touch the garbage can. The bridge won't fall down; you'll be okay.

Ma what you doing? (making Halloween costumes) Ma what you doing? (still making Halloween costumes) Ma what you doing? (take a guess what I was still doing)

This is the annotated version of what happened all before 10:30 this morning. I love my kids, but I completely felt like I was getting pecked to death today. It got worse this after noon as Reagan morphed into full princess mode. She clung to me and absolutely refused to let me go; everytime I tried to set her down, the screaming started. Everytime she cries, Luke feels the need to tell me multiple times until I get her to stop crying. So not only do I have to listen to her screaming, I also have to hear, "Ma, sister's crying" repeatedly until I get her to stop. Luke even added to the craziness by starting to cry every time Reagan did.

I am so glad today is done and Keith is home with us tomorrow. Deep breaths and a good night sleep is much needed at this point. Tomorrow is a new day and I get to start it off right: with my family and God. Thank heaven.

in case you were wondering...

I loaded and started the dishwasher and hand washed the dishes that weren't able to go in there. I also folded the load that was in the dryer and started the next load of laundry.

Be impressed Keith. Be very impressed.

halloween?

I am a master procrastinator; Keith can verify for you if you'd like. I think it might even be one of those little tidbits about my personality that tends to drive him a wee bit crazy. My response: you have to take the good with the bad, so there.

I've been meaning to blog about a variety of things: Reagan's nine months, Luke's 2.5 years, vacation (yes, from June), how Reagan's room turned out, our pumpkins and watermelons (or serious lack thereof). You name it, there is probably a post percolating in my head about it. But at this point, its almost too overwhelming to take on. Did you ever let your room get too dirty when you were younger and you really had no idea how to start cleaning it? That's how I feel now. But instead of tackling those posts, I write this one. And why am I writing this one? Because I'm avoiding other things.

I finally bought all of the fabric to make Luke and Reagan's Halloween costumes last night at Joann's. I have an idea of what they're going to be, but I don't want to reveal it quite yet. I'm afraid I'm going to change my mind midway and so you'll just have to wait until they're completed. But in truth, I'm kind of scared to start them. Crazy, I know, but for some reason, I'm scared I'm going to make my kids looks seriously dumb or not put together or ridiculous. SO the fabric sits, still in the bag.

I'm also killing time before I break down and clean. I hate cleaning and my serious dislike of it seems to only have worsened since marrying Keith because I can't seem to do it correctly. He has very specific ideas of how things should be done and I just don't/won't/can't live up to those standards. I guess my solution is to not clean anything for awhile and then when I finally do something, he appreciates it. It's about time for me to be appreciated, if you know what I mean.

Well, I guess I've procrastinated enough. Reagan will be up in 15 minutes from her nap and I really should change the load of laundry or put the dishes in the dishwasher. Maybe.

at long last

Finally, after dating for nearly as long as Keith and I did, I am so happy to be able to announce that Andrew proposed to Andrea! They are getting married!

Now, it doesn't take much for me to get excited about a wedding. I mean, there isn't anything much more romantic than committing your life to someone else along with guaranteeing complete honesty and faithfulness for as long as you both shall live. Ahhh; swoon. But the wedding of my best friend that I've known since elementary school? Even that much more exciting. I can hardly contain myself!

So to Andi and Andrew: enjoy this time, and as stressful as planning a wedding can get, cherish every second of it. These are the moments where you get to start planning your *official* future together. Remember to love each other no matter your viewpoints on Dave's ideas of weddings is and to laugh together at all of the craziness (aka me) that is coming your way.

Oh, and to Andrew: Although it took you freakin' forever to make a decision, I'm so glad that you made the right one. You are one super lucky guy to get this amazing girl for the rest of your life.

afternoon delight

And before you start thinking completely inappropriate things, this is an entirely innocent post about my adorable babies. Each afternoon when they have woken from their afternoon naps, we head down to the playroom (yes, we are one of thos families that has a playrrom) and while they are getting their play on, I'm happily clicking away.

I've been able to catch happy moments and some not so happy moments, but they are all moments to remember. Moments that have helped shape my kids to grow and moments that have helped shape the mother I am. I love every second of these moments.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ten years

Saturday was mine and Keith's ten year reunion and we had an amazing time. I have to admit that I was honestly not looking forward to going due to all the planning and stuff that happened in the weeks leading up to the big day, but once we got there and the party started (...and let's be honest, after a few quality drinks), I couldn't imagine not going. I loved that we were able to have a low-key, not-too-stuffy reunion where we just to catch up with our classmates and enjoy each other's company. I am glad, however, that it is over and that I can catch my breath from this one before I have to start planning the next one in ten more years, but would I change that night for anything? No...well except maybe I would've have a few less drinks. :)

princess puff-n-stuff

Last night Reagan got to try puffs for the first time. I've been trying to wait until some teeth came in, but seeing as she is still our little toothless wonder, I broke down and gave them to her anyone. (You better believe I watched her like a hawk though to make sure she didn't choke.) She wasn't quite sure what to do with them at first and when I put one in her mouth she needed a few minutes to adjust to her first actual solid food. The only "solid foods" she had was the pureed baby foods.

After awhile, she actually began to enjoy them. She tried to get them into her mouth, but she isn't quite adept enough to manage that on her own just yet.

Learning new things is tiring work.