Why Have One When You Can Have Two?

Holy Cow Moment?: <Hand to forehead moment>  Why have one when you can have two applies to donuts, chocolate, and cake.  Children? Well….

So I haven’t posted in a while.  It’s not from lack of materiel either.  Quite the opposite.  I have so much to say I don’t even know where to begin. 

So I had another kid.  Yup.  I procreated once more.  I don’t get the people that say, “if I had had my second first I would never have had another.”  I call BS.  Because you know what?  I had THAT kid first and still had the second.  Okay – so I was terrified I would get a second just like her, but I still did it.  And you know what?  He was worth it!  Such the opposite of my crazy daughter.  Please don’t tell me that your kid is busy too.  When I say busy, I mean my daughter will actually have done 6 different activities every 15 minutes.  Is she borderline ADD?  Who knows. All I know is that she is two and stumps the experts at times. Yeah that’s right.  The poor teachers for the Child Find Douglas County program watched with jaws dropped and asked, “is she always this busy?”

So in summary – I have a crazy daughter and a now 4 month old son.  Are they both worth it? Yes.  Am I losing my mind? Yes.

Holy cow the ride just got a bit crazier. 

What Does This Make Me?

Holy Cow Moment:  I'm awake all the time. 

I'm awake at night but I'm not a vampire-the non-sparkly kinds. I'm awake in the wee hours of the morning-aka dawn yet  not a morning person. I stay awake thoroughly the day on little to no sleep , but I'm no Zombie -or not the horror story versions. So what am in then? Oh right. A mom :-) 

Happy Mother's Day a few days early!! 

Yes I Have Kids

If you found play dough in your invitation or if you come to my house and see Crayon on every glass surface or stickers stuck to the windows then you guessed it - I have kids.

That's it. Every day I see more obvious signs I'm a mom, but I'll add those later. Right now I need to go wrestle something from my toddler.

Little Toddler of Terror

Holy Cow Moment #?:  Yes. I said it.  My toddler is a terror!  Sometimes. 

As she rips off her own plants and diaper and streaks down the hall I'm left open mouthed and frustrated.  It's nearly eleven at night and I am tired.  But what can you do after chasing said toddler for the last few hours EVERYWHERE.  Nothing.  So i sit and wait for her to come back.  I later will check for wet spots in the carpet.

And finally terror comes back.  Baby number two is kicking the pee out of me and now I have to wrestle the bare-butt toddler into a new diaper and more pants.  At some point she will go to sleep - I am sure of it.  At some point!

<Sigh>  These are the moments that you laugh at the next day, but wish would end the night before.

WARNING - Beached Whale

Holy Cow Moment:

I’ve hit beached whale status- in my mind anyway. 3 weeks to go!

 Having kids and then being pregnant changes your perspective on the to do list.  The new list Is “what I would do if the darn kids would leave me the blank alone.”  Your mentality to this list is get done one thing and call the day a success. 

All I want to do is sit.  Will the toddler let me sit?  No.  Of course not.  Will the toddler not be a total and complete evil human?  No of course not.  I want to scream that there are words for adults like her and one rhymes with witch.  Of course the whole effectiveness of name calling losses its appeal when  the person doesn’t understand the insult.  Right now the terror of trying to raise two kids is overwhelming.  I have no idea how I will get two kids down to bed alone.  Will she still fight me tooth and nail when her little brother makes his way into the world?  Probably.  Maybe I should just give up on the idea of ever having time to myself ever again and realize that bed time could now take three hours to complete instead of the current one and a half.  UGH.

Holy Cow what did I do?

Forgetting - Just About Everything

Holy Cow Moment ?:  What did I forget?  Oh, everything from a simple word to who was posting my author blog.  But the biggest thing I forgot was how much I forgot about forgetting during pregnancy.

You mind blocks out the un-pleasantries.  It really, really does. Anything from the pain of a stretching and tearing muscles in your stomach, to joint pain, and the elusive pregnancy brain.  One new thing that I know I didn’t forget is the crotch pain.  Okay the doctors are much more PC.  They call it pelvic discomfort.  Let’s call it what it is – CROTCH PAIN.  It can take me a minute or two to be able to walk normally after sitting for an extended period of time. 

So there you have it.  Five weeks till delivery and I barely remember my own name and to lay out my daughters clothes for the next day.  On top of the memory issues, walking has become a torturous event.  So why am I doing this again?  Oh right, because my mommy brain helped me to forget what stunk about pregnancy.  Maybe I will do a post of on the postpartum… that one will make you wonder how it is you forgot enough in order to allow yourself to get knocked up again.

Holy cow I did it again.  The longest 5 weeks of my life yet to come.

Dad's and Their Daughters

Holy Cow #? :  I never thought I would see the day my husband attempted pig tails on his own accord. 

My husband’s attempts at hair are, well, less than perfect.  He does get results though.  As we talked on the phone  a few weeks back he told me, “I did our daughters hair so she would look pretty for her play.”

Now said daughter is 20 months old so doing her hair in any capacity is difficult.  Add the inefficiencies of a man doing a little girls hair and you can imagine my skepticism and my delight at the same time.  I wasn’t sure what I would be walking in to see that evening. 

The good news is when I saw my little munchkin meander her way in front of the parents with her class she looked adorable.  Perfect, no, but super cute none the less.  The fact that my husband wanted her to look ‘pretty’ for her play probably added to the cuteness factor.  He did a good job though.  I am glad he is attempting to figure out this whole girl thing.  Kudo’s to dads with daughters.

Holy Cow my husband makes me smile a lot! 

Happy Valentine’s Day early to my readers!