Yep. This pretty much summarizes life right now.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Lazy days
My little people are incredibly lucky to have this guy right here. Nate is literally the most amazing daddy I've ever known, and I know that he makes our little people feel one hundred percent safe and loved at all times. And, to make things even better, he's the most amazing husband of all times - he shaved Bruiser as short as that little guy could get. Now I don't even have to consider vacuuming him (Bruiser, not Nate).
Thursday, April 9, 2015
My sweet Lucy
This is my sweet Lucy.
She scowls at strangers, but waves and giggles at little old men.
She mostly wants Mommy, but she always has extra snuggles for someone whose spirit needs it.
She waves her arms when she's frustrated, but she pats my back gently when I rock her before bed and tangles her tiny fingers in my hair when I hold her.
She has the most amazing, high-pitched scream when she's upset, but is the first to follow Milo around, clapping her hands and telling him, "Good job, Milo!"
She's a whirling dervish of energy, dancing and singing, jumping and shouting, "Watch!" to anyone who's near, but I hear at least ten times a day, "I hold you, Mommy?"
She talks in complete sentences, but loves to use one word at a time, always with "ha" in front. "Ha-juice?" "Ha-fip-fops?" "Ha-Mommy?"
She will climb or tackle just about anything, but she'll do it with a purse in her hand.
Her smile is like sunshine.
Her voice is strong and sweet.
She's my little Lucy light, and though she may be tiny, she shines brightly.
She scowls at strangers, but waves and giggles at little old men.
She mostly wants Mommy, but she always has extra snuggles for someone whose spirit needs it.
She waves her arms when she's frustrated, but she pats my back gently when I rock her before bed and tangles her tiny fingers in my hair when I hold her.
She has the most amazing, high-pitched scream when she's upset, but is the first to follow Milo around, clapping her hands and telling him, "Good job, Milo!"
She's a whirling dervish of energy, dancing and singing, jumping and shouting, "Watch!" to anyone who's near, but I hear at least ten times a day, "I hold you, Mommy?"
She talks in complete sentences, but loves to use one word at a time, always with "ha" in front. "Ha-juice?" "Ha-fip-fops?" "Ha-Mommy?"
She will climb or tackle just about anything, but she'll do it with a purse in her hand.
Her smile is like sunshine.
Her voice is strong and sweet.
She's my little Lucy light, and though she may be tiny, she shines brightly.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
A sick day
My body is officially no good at being still. Want proof? Yesterday I woke up SICK. Like, I stumbled into the bathroom and scared Nate sick. So sick that Nate got special permission to work from home and take care of our still-recovering-from-being-sick little people (isn't he dreamy?) and let me sleep all day. I'm not joking. I slept all day long.
Problem? I slept so long that I literally hurt my back and my hips. That's how long and hard I slept. Now, I realize that part of the sore body was just being sick. But I could barely sleep last night because I was in so much pain. That's serious business, people.
And the way I know that my body was just fed up with being still is that I woke up this morning and got right to work (despite the fact that even breathing hurt). I swept off the back patio, watered and sprayed our little plants, stripped the bed sheets, and started laundry... And every second that I've been moving my back has felt better. Well, the movement mixed with the absolute bliss of IcyHot slathered all over my back. It's going to be a great and productive day. I just feel it.
And now on to things you actually care about, like adorable pictures of my little people.
Problem? I slept so long that I literally hurt my back and my hips. That's how long and hard I slept. Now, I realize that part of the sore body was just being sick. But I could barely sleep last night because I was in so much pain. That's serious business, people.
And the way I know that my body was just fed up with being still is that I woke up this morning and got right to work (despite the fact that even breathing hurt). I swept off the back patio, watered and sprayed our little plants, stripped the bed sheets, and started laundry... And every second that I've been moving my back has felt better. Well, the movement mixed with the absolute bliss of IcyHot slathered all over my back. It's going to be a great and productive day. I just feel it.
And now on to things you actually care about, like adorable pictures of my little people.
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| #1 This face. Is it just me or is she WAY too young to be looking at me like that? #2 Perhaps you could tell that Lucy figured out how to put on Milo's undies while he was in the tub... |
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| Note to self: Next time you give your children a piece of unleavened bread for a snack, don't try to stage a photo shoot. No matter how cute they are curled up in the corner together. |
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| I'll give you one guess as to where DADDY is sitting... |
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| For real, though. Have you ever seen such cute little people? |
Monday, April 6, 2015
A Beautiful Mess Documentary
I can't even explain to you how much I can't wait for this documentary to come out...
Friday, April 3, 2015
How many times can you say the word "vacuum" in one post?
Would it be considered animal cruelty if I vacuumed my dog? Just hear me out here...
My backyard is like a pollen factory. We have twenty plus trees, and I'm fairly confident that all the pollen in Lufkin is produced right here. And my dogs love to frolic in it. And poor Bruiser is like a Jerry Garcia-headed brillo pad, dragging in the pollen pods at all times of the day. My floor is covered in them and I'm vacuuming at least twice a day.
And all of a sudden I had a brilliant plan. If I just kept the vacuum by the back door and vacuumed Bruiser every time he came in, problem solved, right?
I know, I know. Not kind. Practical, but not kind. These are just the thoughts I have when I'm trying frantically to keep a clean house and two dogs and two little people have other plans. I read somewhere that in some cultures people clean their homes to the nines before Passover and then just leave and go on vacation. So the house is perfectly clean and no one is there to mess it up. It's a genius idea if you ask me.
Hope your weekend is pollen-free.
My backyard is like a pollen factory. We have twenty plus trees, and I'm fairly confident that all the pollen in Lufkin is produced right here. And my dogs love to frolic in it. And poor Bruiser is like a Jerry Garcia-headed brillo pad, dragging in the pollen pods at all times of the day. My floor is covered in them and I'm vacuuming at least twice a day.
And all of a sudden I had a brilliant plan. If I just kept the vacuum by the back door and vacuumed Bruiser every time he came in, problem solved, right?
I know, I know. Not kind. Practical, but not kind. These are just the thoughts I have when I'm trying frantically to keep a clean house and two dogs and two little people have other plans. I read somewhere that in some cultures people clean their homes to the nines before Passover and then just leave and go on vacation. So the house is perfectly clean and no one is there to mess it up. It's a genius idea if you ask me.
Hope your weekend is pollen-free.
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