Out of the mouths of moms

One of my favorite blogs...written by a woman who has 4.75 children (one due very soon)...does an out of the mouths of moms post...so I am going to join in- mostly because I was just telling one of my best girlfriends that we should record and write a book about all the things we say daily to our children...and I really started noticing this when I would be on the phone with my girlfriends who have children at home...our conversations usually go something like this...

"Hey!  How are you?...No sweetie, you may NOT have a popsicle right now, please close the freezer...What have you been up to today?... I said no... and yes, you are letting the cold air out...but mostly you are unfreezing the cold stuff in the freezer... Really?  How did that go, did the kids have fun?... Because we keep the stuff in the freezer to save for other days when we need it- for things like dinner.  No, we cannot get everything warm- because it would all go bad, and that would be a waste... Yeah, we went to the park, but it was too hot, so then I decided to run errands, and little one got cranky, so we came home, ate lunch and both took naps...no sweetie, it is dinner time.  Yes, I am fixing dinner.  Yeah, remake leftover night...yes, darling, you can watch.   Yeah, we had my version of cheesy ratatulle and now I am making it into a pasta...yes sweetie, I have to boil water-IT"S HOT!  DON"T TOUCH IT!!  Yep, with wheat pasta- yeah, it's really easy!  NO, move your stool over to THIS side PLEASE.  Yeah, I'll get you the recipe...


And, this was just MY side of the conversation...all the while her side went more like this...
"Good!  Hey guys, don't pull on that...Yeah, we went to the pool today...no darling, do not take that away from her like that- she had it first that's why.   Yes, that is why she is screaming, please be a nice big brother and give it back...yes, you are good at sharing...Yeah, they are getting be be quite the little fish!  M has this little boy that he has just loved playing with while we were there, and they play so nicely...I think next summer real swimming lessons...ok sweetie, you can stop screaming now, you have the toy back...yes, my sweet drama queen... Yeah, we all got naps too- I have been so tired!  Dinner time there?  Whatchya cookin'?  Yes sweetie, mommy is tired, yes I know you aren't tired, you told me already.  Could you please go get that crayon from your sister?...Because wall art without paper is not a good idea- you know that- now please, go get it...ooo, that sounds good- will everyone eat it? Thanks!


Ahh, the sweet sound of motherhood.  And my childless friend wonder why I cannot call them until after 8pm...they would feel completely neglected, or never want to have kids...or hopefully, just laugh their heads off at the joy I have chosen in my life!

Who knew?

Well, actually, I am sure lots of people...anyone with any experience, that is. For those of us blissfully unaware until we live it, words cannot convey what life brings...plus, I am quite sure that everyone experiences life a bit differently, so, it is never quite the same for any two of us. What is it I am talking about you ask?

Well, days like this. Trying to both convey how I feel, and not throw a pity party might be difficult, but just bear with me for a moment.

Who knew being pregnant with your second (or subsequent, I am assuming) could be both very enjoyable and make you want to pull all your hair out or go hibernate until the little darling was cooked?
Who knew a two year old could both be so sweet and loving and yet drive you completely mad- with no escape, not even tears (your own) could make you feel more able to handle it... and yet, so full of love for said two year old that you wish he would stay two forever?
Who knew that organizing tight quarters could be so overwhelming, so much so that you nearly burst into tears just thinking about it?
Who knew you could miss your mother more now, nearly in your 30s than when you were out of the house as a teen?
Who knew you could walk around a grocery store with a screaming toddler, holding back your nausea from turning mess and still try and grab a deal on peanut butter? Yet, alas, I have not mastered the smile to the lady giving you an evil eye for having such a misbehaved child in her presence...
Who knew that the thought of another load of laundry could bring you to your knees in tears...more the thought of folding it and getting it to proper drawers...?
Who knew all of this would make me such an emotional basket-case?
Who knew that still having 9 weeks of pregnancy, while feeling like you could not grow another inch, be any more nauseous, or have any more back pain, or have your mind filled with too many what if's could make you feel so weak as an individual?
well, I sure am learning it all first hand.

Also, let me share with you, so maybe I'll get one less- how's the nursery coming-s...
Because here is how is it coming... :)

Actually, I can laugh at this. Because I know that it will come together...eventually. I just pray that it is BEFORE sweet pea decides to arrive. Can't you see it? Turquoise walls...or khacki if I can't find the bedding I want...built ins, organized...cute art... yep, it's all....well, we aren't there yet. But the wood will be on it's way out this weekend (fingers crossed, prayers flying) being finished into the desk that will be in the living area...and the wall you can't see it where those bools in bins are coming from, as that will eventually be a built-in... yeah. there is much progress that needs to be made. I think my sweet hubby is overwhelmed too. But, in his case, he is not being forced from within to slow down with commitments...
Well, thankfully we even HAVE a room like this to work with...just not sure where all that OTHER stuff is going to go yet... yard sale anyone? :)

Today was free meal day at Chic-fil-a...if you dressed up like a cow...
Being ever ready for a deal challenge, I was moo-ingly glad to try :)

Here we are, all smiles at Chic-fil-a...full meals, full bellies, rang up at $0 (ok, I paid a whopping $1.50 for a white tee, headbands to attach the ears, and felt...everything else we had on hand...or hoof, should I say)

Kent was a little hesitant about the whole thing, but obliged to my big blue cow eyes...and the fact that I missed a nap to make everything (I think he might have been scared of me being a "mad cow" had he not;)