Monday, January 28, 2013

So Not Ready For This

"Mom, today you were doing the Cha Cha Slide in the cafeteria weren't you? I outwitted you and I know what you were doing. What you need to understand is that is soooooo embarrassing for me. You are a reflection on me. Do you understand?"

These are the exact words my seven year old said as we were leaving school day. Excuse me? First of all what the heck? Second of all what seven year old talks like that? Sassy pants!

Yes, as a matter of fact I was attending the wildest dance party I have been to in years. It was the 100th day of kindergarten. We always celebrate with a rocking dance party complete with the YMCA, Chicken dance, Who Let the Dogs Out and the Cha Cha slide. Obviously someone needs to take me dancing soon... Ha!

So sorry princess Ashlynn that your momma embarrassed you at school.

At least my dancing doesn't embarrass Jaxton yet.

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Friday, January 25, 2013

35 Things To Love

Today  is Marshal's 35th birthday! I feel really guilty that he planned a really fabulous trip for my birthday and well can we just say - loser wife. His birthday has been in January for 35 years now, but I just can't seem to ever get my act together after Christmas and do something great for him. Before you start thinking I should just give him a second wife for his birthday; let me throw in there that I did take him on a cruise for his 30th. One year out of the 17 birthdays I have celebrated with him is better than nothing, right? (forget the fact it was the worst vacation of our lives.)

I hope he knows that my lack of enthusiasm and birthday planning is in no way a reflection of how much I love him. In fact I can think of at least 35 things I love about him:

1) I love that he is willing to go everywhere with me
2) takes our daughter to cheer leading practice
3) buys me clothes, shoes and purses that are actually really cute and stylish
4) his omelets and grilled cheese sandwiches
5) he talks to me about everything
6) he loves my cats; even though he is SO allergic
7) he orders for me when we are on dates
8) hugs me every night first thing when he gets home
9) his scruffy whiskered face
10) he is happy to just stay home with me on the weekends
11) he is really good at cleaning ( if I can talk him into it)
12) he sings to our son when I am not home at bedtime
13) he fixes our daughters hair, complete with bow, every morning
14) allows me to control all of our money
15) goes to bed with me every night regardless of the time
16) walks me to my car every morning
17) looks so good in jeans
18) is so confident
19) has been my best friend for 17 years
20) finds a lot of great music for us to listen to
21) loves naps almost as much as me.
22) is calm when I am not.
23) knows lots of interesting facts about  a lot of random things
24) still makes me smile when he calls me
25) tells me he loves me every day
26) is really good at his career
27) has a big heart for helping my needy students
28) is an only child so he gets me
29) is really good at knowing the words to almost any song within seconds of it coming on.
30) knows what I am thinking and feeling just by looking at me
31) has totally rocking dishwasher loading skills
32) listens to and encourages me
33) runs me really hot baths because he knows how much I love them
34) protects our family
35) truly completes the other half of me

Happy Birthday Marshal! I love you!



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Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Momma Guilt

Being a mother is absolutely the most wonderful and terrifying thing on earth. There is the love, the hugs, the cute things they say and do, and the sweet kisses. And then there is the other side: the worry, the guilt and the growing pains of children testing their independence.

Oh the momma guilt. Ashlynn failed her vision screening at school last week. It really came as quite a surprise to me. We had taken her to the eye doctor two years ago over headaches she was having. Her vision test showed her eyes were great and she was not having any problems. I know that in two years things can change, but she has not complained at all about having any problems seeing.

I made her an appointment for today and the report we got was much different than that from last time. Ashlynn indeed cannot see, especially with her left eye. The
doctor determined that see needs glasses and will need to start wearing them full time. She can see things perfectly at arms length, but past that or closer than that is blurry.






Don't get me wrong. My daughter is beautiful, wonderful and perfect to me. In no way are glasses going to change that. I know that gorgeous little face is going to just look even more gorgeous with a set of sassy designer glasses on it.

However, I am the momma that had to bite my lips as to not cry at the doctors office. How could I not have known? Is this my fault? What is everyone else going to think? What am I going to say and do when she gets made fun of? Has she missed out on important learning at school because she couldn't see?

I know I know. The logical side of me says to stop being so ridiculous. Yet the heart strings inside are yanking away at my mind. Yes, I am well aware that I am extremely good at playing the guilt game. I assure you,if I wanted to, I could find a way to prove that World War II was somehow my fault. Ok maybe not, but you get the point.

Honestly, I know it isn't that big of deal. I think that part of loving our children is wanting the world to be as perfect as it can be for them. Mothering comes mostly from the heart not the mind. ( personal side note: yes sweet most caring friend ever- I wrote that for you. It is much easier to lecture you about it than it is to lecture myself. No worries,I am ready and waiting to have my lecture turn from you).

Ashlynn is super excited and while my acting skills are not quite Oscar worthy, as far as she knows, I am super excited for her. Her new glasses will be in next week and I know the compliments from those of you that get to see us regularly will be flowing. She and I will love every minute of it!

Ready for a sneak peek?



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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Hey Good Looking

I don't have much to say, which you should be happy about because I am kind of a grouch today, but I couldn't wait to show off my Christmas present. Marshal wanted to have my blog redesigned and surprise me with it for Christmas; it just didn't work out that way. There were a lot of things that needed my approval. I was so excited though and even more so now that it's done. Honestly it was the most thoughtful gift ever! Doesn't it look GREAT!
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Friday, January 11, 2013

The Wonders of a Mini Date

I am the luckiest girl on the planet. No seriously. My mom is an absolute rock star. Today we ( my mom , Ashlynn, Jaxton, and I ) had a day from you know where. Poor Ashlynn woke up this morning around 4 a.m. with a tummy ache. Me being the mother of the year,that I always am, told her she would be ok just go back to sleep. How did I ever get up with my infants? I do not do middle of the night wake ups. Talk about grouchy. I think Marshal has figured this out and how bad it can get because now if we do have a middle of the night incident he gets up for me or at least with me. Ha!

Any way 6:30 comes around and it becomes obvious that Ashlynn isn't going to be going to school today. She says her tummy hurts and explains some other details that aren't necessary to talk about. She also keeps running to the bathroom and tells me she is bleeding when she goes. I won't keep going ,but when my mom got here she realized Ashlynn had a lot a lot of blood in her urine.

My mom calls and tries to get her in to see a doctor, any doctor at the Mercy clinic. ( yes my mom normally takes my kids to the doctor for me-I know, spoiled). No such luck on getting in to see a doctor. Off to the convenient care clinic. Why do they call it that anyway? I assure you there wasn't anything "convenient " about sitting in a waiting room for 3 hours waiting to see a doctor. I was so thankful to at least have my mom there to help me entertain kids and keep me logically calm about Ashlynn's condition. Just as a side note: when we did finally get to see a doctor he was the rudest, most inconsiderate jerk I have ever met. Totally uncalled for how he treated us.

The experience altogether just stunk. Ashlynn has a severe bladder infection. We were all just ready to call it a day by the time we left. Yeah right. I, not having any clue it was going to take so much time, left my school babies with my beyond fabulous next door neighbor teacher. She was so great and I appreciate her so much for helping me out! ( Have I ever mentioned that I love love love my coworkers?) My mom set off to what turned out to be an hour and half trip to Walgreens. Ugh! My poor mom!

So how do I repay my mom for her fabulousness? Well, I know I have mentioned my mother of the year award several times before. What you might not know is that I have also been nominated for daughter of the year numerous times. Ha! I decide to ask her if she minded watching the kids for an extra little bit after school so I could go get a hair cut and go on a mini date with my husband. Classic thoughtfulness on my part, right? She of course said yes and even acted like it was a great idea.

Regardless of how much I should have gone and given my mom a break from her stressful day, Marshal and I had a great mini date. We went to Bonefish at 5:30. We dinned with 50 of our closest 65 year old plus friends and we had a great time just relaxing, eating and visiting with one another. I even had cute hair.... Thanks to my favorite hair stylist and great friend Lena.


By 7:00 we were there to pick up our kids and ready to call it a night. Perfect!

It is amazing how much a little mini date can turn a crappy day around. Thank you Mom!


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Thursday, January 3, 2013

Where is My Modesty?

It's like this, the other day I had my kindle out and was sitting in the living room reading while the kids were playing. I needed to go to the bathroom. I stood up and carried my kindle as I walked; reading the whole way. All I needed to do was tinkle
( sorry if you require a filter this may not be the blog for you), but being a girl does require you to sit down regardless. I sit down, take care of my business, and read. That's when I realized " hey it's pretty quiet in here". It wouldn't hurt anyone if I sat here for a few minutes. After all Marshal spends 30 minutes in here every time he comes in.( I am sure it never has anything to do with the fact he always needs to go during kids bath times, dish washing time,etc.)

So I sat and I read and just when I thought I had figure out a great little mommy time out spot, Jaxton comes busting in and starts talking to me. It quickly became obvious that he wasn't planning to leave until I did. That's when it hit me. When did having someone watch me in the bathroom become normal? And more importantly, Am I ever going to be able to use the bathroom by myself again? So much for modesty.

Speaking of -Why is it that I used to feel embarrassed and vulnerable in a bikini, yet it became part of life to pull out my boob in the Target parking lot to feed hungry babies? And I can't even begin to tell you how many times one of my two precious ones have opened the bathroom stalls mid panty pull up and always when the bathrooms have at least 100 people in them. Let's also not forget the numerous times Ashlynn pulled up my dress or Jaxton pulled down my tops in the middle of the mall, Walmart, church you name it. Honestly it just makes me laugh! How did I get here? Just another one of those "nobody bothered to mention this as a side effect to motherhood".

Seriously instead of the 100's of books and magazine articles on childhood discipline and sleep patterns that don't ever really work; where are the REAL books on motherhood? You know the ones.The ones that tell you to always wear pretty panties because you just never know when your child might choose to share them with the world.

Just use those Victorias Secret cards wisely girls that's all I have to say.


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