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.

homicidal farmer.

claire is dancing around me singing 'the farmer in the dell'..here is her R rated version.


"the farmer takes a life. The farmer takes a life. Hi-Ho the dairy-o, the farmer takes a life!!"

funny girl.

just a day, just an ordinary day....

here are a few glimpses of today:

1. at a viciously early time, claire walks in to find me sleeping with my leg above the covers because you know i cannot stand hot feet...she proceeds to tell me this.."you look bad with your body showing out of bed." wow. what a sweetie.

2. in my momentary attempt at organization, i made a meal plan for the week and a grocery list so that i would not have to go to family fare every day this week (not that we don't love ya, mr. pete!) we were there a longer than usual time and lauren and emma put the christmas colored cake topping things into there pants and sang loudly..."i have something in my pants, do ya wanna see?"

over and over and over and over. quality.

3. at 4 o clock i made my shaky self a peanut butter sandwich for lunch. i was multi-tasking- eating and talking to brian on the phone and cleaning up the wrapping scraps...i glance down before taking my 4th big, hungry bite to see the bread is moldy. not great for a girl with a overactive gag reflex. brian, however, thought it was quite funny.

4. at about 4:07, i became convinced that large sores were developing in my mouth as a result of the aforementioned sandwich.

5. the girls are playing downstairs with a friend and i hear lauren say, "oh, we forgot to pray for this baby!" i think to myself what sweet, innocent children i have and then i hear, "c'mon everyone, pray for this one. she's dead. she died. let's pray."
i guess you can't expect much else from the offspring of a girl who cut off her barbies hair and wrapped her in toilet paper and buried her in a shoebox in the backyard..........

i love monday.

december......

i knew it was time for an update since my last post included the word 'sun' and there is absolutely no sign of my friend, the sun, here in michigan. alas, winter has arrived. since our last visit, i have hosted thanksgiving, made my first turkey ( with the help of my hubby), and completed my christmas shopping and wrapping. whew. my friend and i headed out last friday at 3:45 a.m. to do some shopping. there was nothing we really needed, but decided to go anyway. the lesson I learned from the lady in line at kohls was to take an extra 5 minutes and brush your hair and teeth before heading to the mall, even at an early hour. it just doesn't take that much time. walmart was its own freaky beast. the woman in front of me had kleenex stuffed up both nostrils... and chatted with me like she had no idea or she was glad they were there! in conclusion, I loved it and intend to do it every year. we did make a safety plan and decided to avoid walmart when they first opened, for fear of death by trampling. we will take what we gleaned from this year and avoid walmart all together next year. the crayola bucket is just not worth it. i have a deepish wound on my hand from one aggresive walmart shopper who wanted the high school musical furry crocs something fierce.

I hope you had a great thanksgiving. I was going to share what i am thankful for, but Lauren's whining and hurling herself on me is diminishing my thankful spirit.....

happy december, friends.