dressing room depression.

so. have you ever found a pair of jeans and decided to try them on? and then the helpful store clerk says "let me know if you need another size!! that brand tends to run quite big." and then you look over the selected jeans, still on their hanger, and think " they do look enormous." but then decide to try them on anyway, because it will be a good self esteem boost to be able to pull them up, while still buttoned. and oh! how great it will feel to see them hang loosely around your waist. you may even pull them out in the front (while sucking in abnormally) just to see if indeed, 2 of you could fit in these huge-o jeans.

in you step....big over the ankles, as anticipated. all is going well until about 3/4 up the thigh. they must still be buttoned. nope. so you hop a little and kind of wriggle back and forth to get them up and over. you wrestle them on, but make the mistake of looking in the mirror. you could describe the sight as comparable to watching a pile of sausage get stuffed into that skin/sack it comes in. there is serious flesh spillage coming out the top. you then see the posted note "dressing rooms monitored. tapes reviewed every night."

you puke a bit in your mouth.

the tag was probably wrong. skinny clerk probably meant they run really small!

don't bother to put those stupid jeans back on the hanger. step back into black sweatpants that never get stuck on your backside........


not that this has happened to me or anything.

cuz' that would be embarrassing, and nothing you would share with others.
and it may make you wonder how long 5 year olds remember things.

yea-- that has definitely never happened to me, either.

baby girls.

dear baby girls,

today you turned 5. it cannot be true. of course, i see you growing up and gaining independence...but 5, really?? your dad and i say daily that we wish we could freeze time and stay just like this. believe me when i tell you, we did not think we would ever say that. i realized that i never pictured getting to this stage. i never looked forward enough to imagine you at 5, about to start kindergarten. it didn't seem like it would ever happen...but here it is. even if i had tried, i could never have known how amazing and incredible and different you all would be. to say that you have been a blessing to us, every single day of your 5 years, would not be enough. you have managed to fill in every place in my heart and seeped into places i didn't know. you are miracles. we are so proud of you, and cannot wait to see your life unfold. we pray that you each know that though you arrived together, you came with your own amazing plan from God. we feel privileged to be a part of that. we hope you continue to figure out who you are independently, as well as appreciating the bond that the three of you have. no matter your age, some things will never change. like the fact that we will always feel you are growing too quickly. and that we will always love you. and probably, that your rooms will always be a disaster. (except for you, rosie..you are impressively neat!) so be who you are. continue to love and laugh like you do. and please, stop growing up so fast.



since photos are more than over due..here are the birthday girls at their "luau party".

spring fever.

I heard a couple of grumblings about my blog neglect. I had no idea it had been a month already. Life is really moving quickly!

Here is a quick story. The main, sharp tongued character is miss anna.

Janie, I will dedicate this to you! :)

We are checking out of old navy with a pile of great deals for the girls. I say, "I didn't even LOOK at clothes for mommy and I am the one who really needs some".

Anna adjusts her new, super cute hat and says:

"do they carry size pretty big here?"

a request from me.

**to clarify- this post was not intended to bash breastfeeding. This was written ONLY for gymnastics lady, who for whatever reason, wants to nurse for a full hour...which we all know is not needed now nor was it necessary when milk lips was born. My apologies to any who were offended in the writing of this blog. It was truly not my intent.



dear lady at the gymnastics place,

i am truly glad that breastfeeding your 18+ month old has been so "rewarding" for you. i even try to assume the mutual "enjoyment" you speak of is real, even as your child is constantly flailing and trying to escape your infant hold. i even can come up with some good reasons why she needs to be constantly nursed, even into her 2nd year of life, while asking for a cookie or an apple. please, lady with the smallish head, please...just one request. while i try to ignore the whole "forced enjoyment" you two have going on, please dont chase around the escaped toddler yelling... "c'mere, milk lips! c'mere milk lips! mommy gonna get you!" because at that point, there is no safe place for my mind.

thank you. give milk lips my best.

7a.m. brushing anna's hair.

"mom, were you EVER pretty?"

"why do you ask that?"

"I'm trying, but I just can't picture it!"

Thanks.

blog slacker.

I have a very good reason for not blogging. Several of them, actually. I have been away from my home for 13 days now. And the sun is so bright down on the beach, that I cannot see my computer screen. Rest assured it has not been ALL sunny Florida bliss... the sun and chlorine have been torture on my hair. AND I have to shave every day! Plus, I have a really lame sunglass tan line. What else?? Nope, that is the only bad stuff... otherwise it has been relaxing and fantastic!! :). Something about waking up to the ocean every morning... therapy for my soul, I tell ya!!

3 more sleeps til the reality of Michigan in the winter. Boo.