I just love her!
Sunday, April 22, 2012
The many faces of Little A
Sometimes a picture really is worth a thousand words. The other day I was trying to take a good picture of Little A - the variations I got made me laugh so hard and just totally capture her personality:
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Randoms
A bunch of randoms not worth their own post...some with photographic evidence...
Sometimes the stars align and you realize you have a hairbow that perfectly matches an outfit. Behold the polka dots:
Sometimes a Saturday at the park is just as much fun as a day at the beach:
Easter is a great excuse to play dress-up:
The best Easter gifts the girls got were some new card games - "Game Night" has now been instituted in the 3-A's house. Overheard today while playing War - "Thanks for the lay-up, mom." I think I've been letting J have too much influence.
Today during a playdate, I found Big A in her room, in a sleeping bag on the floor flipping through an American Girl catalog. Note to self: More kiddy downtime needed.
Little A's teacher told me today that she has a very healthy appetite. She said she takes an hour to eat her lunch. The other kids move on to their naps, while Little A sits by the light of blinds finishing up. Keep in mind that a typical lunch might be a half cup of macaroni and cheese and a piece of fruit. Girl likes to savor her food.
Today I went into my baby doctor's office to request a transfer of records to an office more convenient to my workplace. It was a little jarring to be back in the place where my babies were tended to, measured, poked and prodded. It brought back some memories. Like the time that they made me wait for an hour for a pregnancy check-up with Little A. When I finally got to see the doctor, I was so worked up and angry. The doctor placed her hand on my giant belly and Little A WHAPPED her with some kicks. Hee. That's my girl. But back to moving on...am I really now at the mammogram stage instead of the baby-growing stage? That's kind of sad.
On the other hand, it is SO much fun now to make plans for the summer. As the girls get older, we can do more and more without worrying as much about all the paraphernalia that goes with babies. That's really nice.
So there you go. My past week in 60 seconds.
Sometimes the stars align and you realize you have a hairbow that perfectly matches an outfit. Behold the polka dots:
Sometimes a Saturday at the park is just as much fun as a day at the beach:
Easter is a great excuse to play dress-up:
The best Easter gifts the girls got were some new card games - "Game Night" has now been instituted in the 3-A's house. Overheard today while playing War - "Thanks for the lay-up, mom." I think I've been letting J have too much influence.
Today during a playdate, I found Big A in her room, in a sleeping bag on the floor flipping through an American Girl catalog. Note to self: More kiddy downtime needed.
Little A's teacher told me today that she has a very healthy appetite. She said she takes an hour to eat her lunch. The other kids move on to their naps, while Little A sits by the light of blinds finishing up. Keep in mind that a typical lunch might be a half cup of macaroni and cheese and a piece of fruit. Girl likes to savor her food.
Today I went into my baby doctor's office to request a transfer of records to an office more convenient to my workplace. It was a little jarring to be back in the place where my babies were tended to, measured, poked and prodded. It brought back some memories. Like the time that they made me wait for an hour for a pregnancy check-up with Little A. When I finally got to see the doctor, I was so worked up and angry. The doctor placed her hand on my giant belly and Little A WHAPPED her with some kicks. Hee. That's my girl. But back to moving on...am I really now at the mammogram stage instead of the baby-growing stage? That's kind of sad.
On the other hand, it is SO much fun now to make plans for the summer. As the girls get older, we can do more and more without worrying as much about all the paraphernalia that goes with babies. That's really nice.
So there you go. My past week in 60 seconds.
Monday, April 2, 2012
This sh*t is hard, yo
Three months into my new gig, things have been going well...really well. The girls are thriving at school, I'm enjoying my job and everything seems to be falling into place. Isn't that always when the universe decides to send you a quick little slap to the ass, just to remind you not to get all cocky? Yup.
Because my job is closed on Good Friday, I decided to work full days the rest of the week to make up the lost time. Let's be honest - I haven't sat in an office for 8 hours in quite some time. Around 2 p.m., my butt started going numb. At 3 p.m. I was doing circles in my desk chair. By 4 p.m. I was starting to drool. 4:30 could not come fast enough. I shook off the office drone haze and headed out to get the girls. By this point in the day, I really start to miss them with an almost physical craving. Must.see.kids. J was invited on a golf outing with "celebrities" (his words), so the night was all mine.
I swung by the post office to pick up stamps and mail a package, then on to collect the girls. We hurried home to eat a quick dinner - cereal for Big A and meatballs for Little A - on the living room floor. What? Then we had to quickly change Big A into a bathing suit for her swim lesson. I knew from the beginning that this part of the day would likely suck - because Little A had to accompany us to the sweat pit that is swimming lessons. And you know, 2 year olds love to sit still for 30 minute stretches in 80 degrees near a giant vat of water.
Little A also insisted on wearing flip flops like her big sister. Total rookie mistake on my part.
Our walk in went something like this -- shuffle, shuffle, flip flop falls off, cry, turn around to collect flip flop, wedge onto chubby 2 year old foot, shuffle, shuffle, other flip flop falls off, cry, scream (that's me), shuffle shuffle, flip flop falls off, pick up toddler while simultaneously trying to keep pants from falling down, get a side ache, put down 30 pound toddler, repeat.
We made it in just in time for the lessons. Little A actually did well, except that she kept trying to grab my boobs, which um...huh? I don't know either. Big A gets out of the pool...
Shower Big A in the locker room which pretty much means I shower too (someone needs to figure this out), gather belongings, go to front desk to sign up for more lessons. Realize I left my purse in the locker room. Look down at Little A and her flip flops and nearly just decide to leave without it and start over. I can get a new purse, right? Online? Pick up toddler, flip flop falls off mid-run, can't hold her anymore, shuffle shuffle to locker room.
Finally get back to desk, pay for lessons (ouch), go out to car. Man stops car for us to cross. Big A runs across, Little A loses a flip flop, I pick her up again. Halfway across the road, the other one falls off. I go back to get it, probably mooning the nice car that stopped. Throw kids in the car and drive home. Big A is hungry, Little A still needs a bath, and I haven't stopped moving since 6:05 a.m.
Bath for Little A (only because I inexplicably found poop on her shirt earlier...all I'm going to say about that one is that Pull-Ups and poop don't mix). Stories for both, screaming, whining, warming up milk, hugs, kisses and collapsing. Can't wait to do it all again tomorrow.
Because my job is closed on Good Friday, I decided to work full days the rest of the week to make up the lost time. Let's be honest - I haven't sat in an office for 8 hours in quite some time. Around 2 p.m., my butt started going numb. At 3 p.m. I was doing circles in my desk chair. By 4 p.m. I was starting to drool. 4:30 could not come fast enough. I shook off the office drone haze and headed out to get the girls. By this point in the day, I really start to miss them with an almost physical craving. Must.see.kids. J was invited on a golf outing with "celebrities" (his words), so the night was all mine.
I swung by the post office to pick up stamps and mail a package, then on to collect the girls. We hurried home to eat a quick dinner - cereal for Big A and meatballs for Little A - on the living room floor. What? Then we had to quickly change Big A into a bathing suit for her swim lesson. I knew from the beginning that this part of the day would likely suck - because Little A had to accompany us to the sweat pit that is swimming lessons. And you know, 2 year olds love to sit still for 30 minute stretches in 80 degrees near a giant vat of water.
Little A also insisted on wearing flip flops like her big sister. Total rookie mistake on my part.
Our walk in went something like this -- shuffle, shuffle, flip flop falls off, cry, turn around to collect flip flop, wedge onto chubby 2 year old foot, shuffle, shuffle, other flip flop falls off, cry, scream (that's me), shuffle shuffle, flip flop falls off, pick up toddler while simultaneously trying to keep pants from falling down, get a side ache, put down 30 pound toddler, repeat.
We made it in just in time for the lessons. Little A actually did well, except that she kept trying to grab my boobs, which um...huh? I don't know either. Big A gets out of the pool...
quick picture break
Shower Big A in the locker room which pretty much means I shower too (someone needs to figure this out), gather belongings, go to front desk to sign up for more lessons. Realize I left my purse in the locker room. Look down at Little A and her flip flops and nearly just decide to leave without it and start over. I can get a new purse, right? Online? Pick up toddler, flip flop falls off mid-run, can't hold her anymore, shuffle shuffle to locker room.
Finally get back to desk, pay for lessons (ouch), go out to car. Man stops car for us to cross. Big A runs across, Little A loses a flip flop, I pick her up again. Halfway across the road, the other one falls off. I go back to get it, probably mooning the nice car that stopped. Throw kids in the car and drive home. Big A is hungry, Little A still needs a bath, and I haven't stopped moving since 6:05 a.m.
Bath for Little A (only because I inexplicably found poop on her shirt earlier...all I'm going to say about that one is that Pull-Ups and poop don't mix). Stories for both, screaming, whining, warming up milk, hugs, kisses and collapsing. Can't wait to do it all again tomorrow.
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