Happy Birthday Mom

Today is my mom's birthday and I thought I would do a little post in her honor. I went through most of my teenage years thinking my mom knew very little. It wasn't until after I got married and had kids that I realized just how much my mom knew. I know that my mom gave up a lot when we were little to give us all the oppurtunities we had growing up. It wasn't until I started paying for dance that I put two and two together that the reason she wore sales rack clothing to my softball tournaments was so I could go to said tournaments. I am glad for the all the times she was a "mean mom" because I know it helped me become the person I ma today. She is a wonderful grandmother who is always willing to come support and help with her grandkids. My mom can iron the crap out of anything. There are a few shirts I can't bring myself to wear because after she ironed them they look so pretty and I know I will never get them looking that good. My mom doesn't really like to cook, but I will take one of her fried eggs anytime. And she makes the best toffee, ever. End of discussion. If it came down to a weed off, my mom would clean Martha Stewart's clock in a matter of minutes and then go on to clean the house so well you might think she was married to Mr. Clean. A few years ago my mom got really sick and I thought we might loose her. I thought about all the memories we made and all the memories that we would be cheated out of making. I prayed really hard that she would get a chance to see her grandkids grow up. Not because I thought she needed to be there, but because I knew I need her to be there to for me. I am so glad she made it. Life wouldn't be the same without her. I don't know if you read my blog mom, but if you do Happy Birthday. Here's to another 39 years with you!!

Momma said there'd be days like this. . . . .

Monday was a very bad day. I woke up knowing that it would be a busy day. Grace had to be out the door to school by 8:30 I had to drop Ava off at preschool by 9:00. I had an eye exam at 10:00. Grace had a dentist appointment at 11:50 (school gets over at 11:30) and I thought Ava had dance at 1:00 (she really has dance at 2:00). In between all of that I knew Carter would want to eat about six times. Thing were going smoothly and I had even managed to get some laundry going before leaving for the dentist. When we arrived at the dentist he took x-rays and then informed me that Grace had FOUR absessed molars that all needed to be pulled. We saw a different dentist six months ago and brush and floss pretty regularly so I was floored. I had Ava and Carter with me so I called my dad who came and picked them up. Then the dentist started removing Grace's teeth. My mom tried to take Ava to dance at 1:00 and then took her back for her class at 2:00. Grace was a total champ and did so well, I was a mess. I totally felt like a child abuser, espically when the hygenist slipt the brochure "How to brush your teeth" in Grace's bag. I mean really who lets four of their six year old's teeth absess and forgets what time stuff is?

The teeth.

The holes.

The haul. I don't think it was enough. Grace was more excited about the purple fairy than the cash, but both Brett and I feel like bad parents.

O Canada

Usually Brett and I pay very close attention to how much TV we watch, for no other reason than we both have the capacaity to rip into a bag of potato chips and zone out watching TV for hours. However during the olympics something different happens to us. I don't care what it is if it is under the heading: sports-olympics, I am watching it. If you want me to explain the nordic combined, biathalon, curling or even the finer points of hockey (really?) I am now capable of doing so. I am like a breastfeeding Bob Costas. It doesn' matter what the sport, I know who's favored to win, how it is scored, and who got screwed at the last olympics. How come I have the will power to force myself to stay awake until 1:00am to watch the skeleton preliminaries, but I lack the will power to not eat a dozen oreos while I do it? At least I get a two year break until London.

Good feeling

There's nothing like coming back from vacation and having your fat pants fit you a little too tight for comfort. Good thing all I have to do tonight is watch Lost and the Olympics and eat nachos. I mean I could go to the gym, but then I would just be all sweaty in my fat work out pants. I love being 30. It's made losing the baby weight so much easier.

The Difference

A friend asked me what was the biggest difference between your first baby and your last. I said I needed to think about it for a while. I did and here is my answer. With your first baby there is this absolute fear that the sleepless nights and hours of rocking will never end and with your last child there is this absolute heartache knowing that those nights will end.

Winter

Winter makes me feel like. . . . .

Equation

Tired mommy + baby boy + diaper change in the dark = shower in the middle of the night and lots of laundry in the morning