Friday, December 30, 2011

The well seasoned Dinner Party

I can throw an amazing dinner party.

A house that is remotely picked up
A beautifully created pastry masterpiece being showcased under glass on the buffet table
A decently set table- china choice depending on the formality of said party
A well planned and executed meal
Plenty of sweet tea to offer
Sometimes I even throw in some pleasant conversation

I rock at throwing dinner parties.

Just had to remind myself of that tiny fact because my dinner party throwing ego is suffering from last night's less than satisfactory effort.

It's not`that anything truly dramatic happened. Nobody died from food poisoning...nobody lost a tooth on rock-hard-overcooked food, nobody choked on an eggshell accidentally added in, I didn't set off any smoke detectors or evacuate the house due to a burning stench.

This story really needs to start yesterday morning when I looked around my house covered in three inches of stuff and remembered that the entire family was coming over to my house for dinner in twelve hours and in that time I also had to take Addison to a doctor's appointment and feed/take care of two needy children AND prepare/cook all of the food...

I wanted to use my new Shark steam mop but realized that I couldn't even SEE my floors...sigh.

Truly, I haven't been able to catch up with my housekeeping since the Michigan trip...shameful, I know. The practicality of taking care of two babies on top of all of the events of late have just been all that I can handle, let alone cleaning my house and folding laundry.

Yesterday was spent of a flurry of cleaning, Signing Time DVD watching for Addison, playmat alone play for Carter.

In between cleaning phases (and feeding/changing children), I made dough for the rolls, topping for the salad; marinated the meat for the main dish; desperately tried to pull myself together and out of this neglectful house/entertaining slump.

And I thought I had succeeded...even when I was trying to finish the meal and all of Aaron's family was in the kitchen breathing over my shoulder

"What are you doing now????"
"um....boiling water"
"And now???"
"cooking the noodles"
"And now???"
"Beating the next person who asks a question over the the head with a ladle"

OK, I didn't say that last one. But it was hard to focus with all those extra bodies in my kitchen observing cooking techniques. (I don't cook well under that kind of pressure)

And it wasn't until everyone was suspiciously silent while eating the meal and then the forced "THIS IS WONDERFUL"s started rolling forth that I knew something was wrong.

(I know that I threatened them before the meal that they had to pretend to like it even if they didn't...but I didn't realize what a disaster it was when I said that...the sympathy compliments were almost too much to take...note to self: stop threatening guests.)

I didn't think through the fact that doubling the recipe that many times would make the soy sauce to dish balance be off causing the entire dish to be VERY SALTY. (confession...I've made the recipe so many times that I no longer use a recipe and there's a slight chance that doubling it so many times caused there to be WAY TOO MUCH soy sauce. ahem.)


It was one of our favorite dishes, so to see it desecrated in such a way was almost blasphemous. I couldn't look at it...couldn't eat stomach was in knots for what I had done to our beautiful, wonderful favorite dish.

Looking around at the forced smiles combined with nose plugging while shoveling in and constant tea drinking...I knew that I would never hear the end of this. (when someone requested a camel back, I knew I was in trouble...fine they didn't but I know they wanted to.)


I tried to pin down my mother-in-law

"Did you like it?"
"Oh yes, I LOVED it. I think I'll try that recipe."
"Really? You didn't think it was too salty?"
"Oh, it was very salty"
"So you didn't like it?"
"No I loved it. I just imagined it with less salt."


I think I might have to take down my Queen of the Kitchen sign.

I asked my husband if it was too terrible (looking for a comforting "it was're imagining that extra salt" comment)

He stared at me intently and then walked away.

I HATE MAKING MISTAKES. (especially in front of family. What is it about normal things that we do every day for friends and our spouse all of a sudden we seem incapable of doing as soon as there are large family gatherings....this is NOT the first family gathering cooking mistake that I have made...yet that seems to be the only place I make these mistakes. Why is that???)

I admit, I might be a bit of a perfectionist and this is driving me crazy.

The positive thing is, a couple of days from now when anyone mentions this, I can say "Oh yes, but that was last year. I would never do that now"  distancing myself from the entire incident by a whole year.

well, at least the house was clean...

I know none of you will read this because you are all busy throwing your own, highly successful end-of-the-year family dinner parties. I envy your success and wish that there was a salt free DO OVER button in life.

(on that note...anyone want to come over for lunch? I have a ton of leftovers...)

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Monday, December 26, 2011

Ho-Ho-WHo wants my children....

I used to dream about Christmas with children.

They would excitedly open their presents and beam with happiness as every wish was realized with the crinkle of the perfectly creased wrapping paper. I would lounge nearby with a cup of coffee, relaxing and relishing the moment...wistfully thinking how my babies were growing up too fast. The family would chat, eat too many calories and laugh hysterically at nothing while the children continued to play quietly by the tree. The dream then got a bit hazy as I didn't know how it would end...perhaps like the Sound of Music scene where the children sing (in perfect harmony, of course) a good night song. Addison would do the lead in and Carter would dance behind...both of them floating up the staircase to their beds with smiles of glee permanently etched on their faces as they drift off to sleep thinking thoughts of pure thankfulness for their presents (and of course...their mommy). The adults would continue to party late into the night (after all, there is only one Christmas a year) while the children slept peacefully in the foreign beds at Gwampa and Gwandma's house...

and then, I had actual children.

I guess it never occurred to me that there would be several years of STRESS as the children both got off of their perfectly ordered schedules...spit up on the wrong people's shoulders (ahem Carter), scream hysterically and then refuse to sleep (for THREE HOURS) when put in the crib (ahem Addison), refuse to participate in present opening (ahem Carter and Addison), take turns demanding attention with various food needs/diaper changes/whiny moments right when I tried that relaxing thing I had heard so much about...pretty much creating chaos and drama wherever their deceptively cherub-looking chubby faces ended up...

I lie not...Addison lost SO MUCH sleep this weekend that not only did her croup return, but her body started turning on itself...creating an almost entire body petechia-like rash...sending me in a giant panic....schlepping her to the doctor and then to the hospital where they OPENED THE LAB JUST FOR US to make sure that she hadn't developed leukemia over the weekend (if you think I am overly try having a child born with transient leukemia and see if you jump at every red freckle on your child's body)

so yeah...I feel a bit like I'm recovering from a month of all too much constant wrestling of two twenty pound chunky pigs (I would say babies...but who wrestles babies???) the usual Christmas drama of "will my dish turn out OK" and "I wish I had been able to lose 10 more pounds before this party" and "I hope I got them the right gift"

deep breaths.

I'm glad I got some pictures. This way I can pretend that the entire weekend was magical and wonderful (it did have some really great moments...sandwiched between two needy babies...and I do dearly love those needy babies)

this weekend had the food
 the family
 the tree
 the presents
(yes...those are really the only pictures that I managed to take)

and the inward celebration of the true meaning of Christmas and overwhelming thankfulness for being showered with goodness....

I choose to remember only the good...and am trying to will away this scratchy throat...and am silently singing

There's a sad sort of clanging
From the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple, too
And up in the nursery
An absurd little bird
Is popping out to say coo-coo
(Coo-coo, coo-coo)

So long, farewell
Auf Wiedersehen, goodnight

I hate to go and leave this pretty sight

and imagining Addison and Carter dressed up like cute little Austrian children...

I'm sure ten years from now when my children are actually like that (insert loud guffaws from future Deanna) I will be looking back and wishing they were cute little babies again...someone please remind me to read this post at that time...

Hope your Christmas was merry...and that you don't need quite as long of a recovery time as I do...(see you in February)

So Long, Farewell

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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Not Quite Dinner Party Ready

We're working on self feeding.
Some days are more successful than others...
but you gotta give a girl credit for trying...

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Mommy Grinch

I usually love Christmas- I really do. But something about having to keep up with two baby schedules on top of attending Christmas parties and such makes me feel positively Grinchlike.

Seriously, my heart shrinks and my skin tints pickle green.

I've spent the last four months fighting and wrestling with sleep schedules, and we've finally settled into a pretty decent routine.

But as soon as the apple cart is upset...things fall apart.

A Christmas party last night is why Addison spent her entire therapy session this morning lying on the floor rubbing her eyes and Carter cried and cried last night- wanting to fall asleep but too tired. sigh.

It doesn't make sense to get a sitter for family Christmas parties because the kids are part of the family and I feel it's part of their Christmas experience (and besides, the ones coming up...who would babysit on Christmas Eve and Day?)

So yeah, I feel like a Grinch. I want to stay home- put Addison down at 6, Carter down at 7 and get some sleep myself. (#Selfish) Two babies under two is exhausting and a lot of work and best taken care of in the comfort of your own home...

I think maybe this is why Skype was invented. Put a computer in the corner of the Christmas party and we'll participate that way (hey, it's calorie free that way too). Or perhaps I'll set up a computer on each of the sleeping babies and do a Skype split screen so that the partygoers can ooh and ahh from a distance while my kids stay on the blessed Schedule (I am a BIG schedule case you haven't already picked up on that).

I was thinking such whiny thoughts last night and dreading the next party when I saw a friend posted a video on facebook about a child's last Christmas due to leukemia. sniff sniff. Because of Addison's history of transient leukemia and the possibility of it returning, that sort of thing always gets to me.

Looking at my sweet babies asleep in their respective cribs (finally) I stopped complaining that it was so hard to enjoy a family Christmas party when consoling Carter and worrying about who has Addison and if she's being trampled on the floor somewhere. I blinked sleepy eyes because of our disruptive schedule the past week due to Christmas and wiped away tears of thankfulness.

I have two beautiful, healthy children that I love more than I could ever have imagined. If something were to happen to either one of them, I would be completely devastated and wish I had taken advantage of each moment like "Remember that Christmas when..."

(And also, I'm so thankful to have family here that we can have parties with. These special times are a lot of work, but very important that we make them happen. Especially since losing a grandparent last week I was reminded how important family is and sacrificing to be with them- you can't get that time back.)

Truth is, Addison and Carter will most likely not remember this Christmas and each party, but I will. And if at the next party they say hello, open a present and then immediately get put down to avoid overstimulation and over tiredness (like happened last night), they won't care and will make all of us happier in the morning.

Here's to quality family time.....

What's your secret for keeping your kids on schedule while attending family Christmas parties?

The most comfortable signing time position (obviously)
my little chunk-a-lunk
I was addressing the Christmas cards before Addison got up from her nap yesterday (no remarks about why they weren't already sent out.gulp) and she somehow got her grubby paws on them right after she was done eating. (See the dirty tray?) yikes. When your Christmas card comes in the mail, give it a little lick -strawberry yogurt???
clearly enjoying his first Christmas...
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Saturday, December 17, 2011

rock-a-bye baby

There is nothing more amazing than a sleeping baby.

Long eyelashes brush chubby cheeks while perfectly formed nostrils gently move with each breath intake. Muffled coos come from pursed red lips while perhaps dreaming of that next feeding. A small body slowly moves up and down, up and down as air moves in and out-showing signs of life in the tightly swaddled, still form.

I stand over my baby's crib and observe all the things that I love most about him and think about how truly blessed I am that he is mine. I wish for him to be awake to smile his devilsh grin and laugh his infectuous giggle.

I can still feel his arms wrapped around my neck and smell his warm, milky breath on my cheek. My ears are ringing from previous cries which create the newest accompaniment to my life's soundtrack.

I see the red mark on his face where his sister smacked him with Daddy's shoe and the tiny bit of craddle cap that is still healing in his scalp. The intense stare down from his blue eyes and determined pushing from his strong legs as he works himself into trouble flashes to mind.

Marveling in his perfection, I thank the Lord for sending me my not-so-little baby Carter. I name each roll of fat (this takes a while) in thankfulness that he is mine to nurture and love.

I catch a whiff of my sweatshirt and realize it's still soaked in his latest vomit adventures from two hours ago and once again I think

"There is nothing more amazing than a sleeping baby."

It gives me a chance to reflect on what I love most about him (and actually miss him), but also...

It means that I CAN SLEEP...and there ain't nothin' better than that. ahhhhhhh sleep.......

Friday, December 16, 2011

Gingerbread Houses and Reindeer Babies

First of all, a giant THANK YOU for all of you who linked up(or left in the comments) a Christmas cookie exchange recipe! I know that all of you are very busy this time of year mothering, shopping and that you took the time to share your baking ideas with us means just that much more. I am leaving the linky open for ONE WEEK, so if you find yourself putting your Christmas goodies together and want to share, we would love to see!

Second of all, a while back I stocked up on two Carters Christmas outfits for the kids (I took a gamble with a 9 month one for Carter...and it fit. gulp.) Yesterday while out and about, I found two matching hats at Gymboree and completed the outfits....I found myself overwhelmed cuteness with this baby:
and this toddler:

But before I show you more of those pictures, remember the naked gingerbread house that I showed up on the cookie exchange post? Well, a decorating party, lots of laughs, time with awesome friends is now decorated!

For some odd reason, I have a strange love affair with building and decorating gingerbread houses (completely from scratch). Am I good at it? nope. But every year I get better (not counting last year's that collapsed due to a rookie mistake) and every time Christmas rolls around my fingers get itching to try yet another gingerbread house.

Gingerbread house parties are one of my favorite things. (it takes two days prior to the party to prep the houses to make sure that collapsing isn't going to happen...yes I learned this the hard way)

Anyway, here is the finished product. My house is the one with the chocolate roof. (-:
The back of the houses.
When her house was starting to look more awesome than mine, things might have gotten a touch heated...(I have a lifelong struggle with a lethal dose of competitiveness)
No gingerbread house was hurt in the making of this post.

Anyway...back to the two little reindeer...
Is it just me or do they really look like siblings in this picture?
HAHAHA...I LOVE this picture.
This is how Carter sits in the Bumbo seat...he very aggressively throws his head back because he prefers to stand...he is such a stinkin' over achiever...
(Addison took off Carter's hat and then she very carefully put it back on him like this. lol)
Right about now I'm wishing that I could redo my Christmas cards...

Happy final weekend before Christmas! Maybe it's because it's unseasonably warm here for Vermont, but it doesn't seem possible that it's already a week away from Christmas!!!!

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Sunday, December 11, 2011

Trip disaster

Warning: this post might make very little sense as my brain has stopped functioning a couple hundred miles ago...and none of these details were made up (unfortunately) This is what I have been doing since we last spoke.

Have you ever taken a trip where you KNOW you need to go and it's totally the right thing to do, but your entire being is screaming at you the entire time "BAD IDEA! BAD IDEA! BAD IDEA!"

That's what happened to us this past (very long) weekend. We needed to go to my grandfather's funeral. That's not something you can go back and get a second chance to redo once life is easier (ha), and it was important to support my family this way.

I was praying for a smooth trip. Unfortunately, Addison and Carter had different ideas.

We left Wednesday evening with the kids all ready for bed, tucked into their carseats around 7:30pm. I stared longingly at my warm house and conveniently well stocked nurseries that make my life so much easier as we loaded up and prepared for the long trek from Vermont to Port Huron Michigan.

The ride over there wasn't horrible- just exhausting. Aaron's passport had just expired and we didn't have time to get a new one before the trip, so we had to add 4-5 hours onto the trip because we couldn't cut through Canada. Aaron drove most of the way, but  I stayed awake to keep him company and we had wonderful conversations (oh yes, Aaron got pulled over for speeding about 15 minutes into the trip. Yes. I talked him out of a very expensive ticket. Yes, I talk my way out of a lot of tickets, but try not to mention it lest I jinx my good fortune) oh and yes, I accidentally flashed a toll booth attendant while pumping in the front seat. I had just given Addison my blanket and the toll booth just came out of nowhere...

It was really that first night in the hotel that left the "BAD IDEA!" chorus forefront in all of our minds. What is it about staying in a hotel that turns two well sleeping, angelic babies into DEMONS? It's like they know that the stakes are raised, so why even try being good...

Addison and Carter both got over exhausted from the trip. First up, Carter was so tired from his schedule being off that he SCREAMED bloody murder for three hours straight. I COULD NOT get him to stop screaming (so frustrating and scary). His screaming kept Addison up which eventually led her to working herself into a congested lack-of-breathing state. I passed out on the bed, exhausted, right before that happened so Aaron (being the wonderful daddy that he is) took care of it all himself. He set up a little bed for her in the bathroom and got so much steam going in the shower that he set off the fire alarm. I woke up to the loud screams of the detector combined with Addison's cries while Aaron was desperately working to get it turned off before it woke Carter up again. (Seriously, why were we not kicked out of this hotel?) In the many, many times that I got up to feed Carter that night, I saw Addison finally passed out in the bathroom with her faced pressed up against the cool porcelain of the toilet (um. gross)

That night was like a 12 hour incident of being repeatedly kicked in the face.

Between hanging out with family and such, we then found out that Aaron had been somehow been signed up as a pallbearer for the funeral. Since there was no nursery, this meant that I alone was responsible for my two rugrats during the funeral. Thankfully my sister Andrea helped out with Addison, but the stress of not having Aaron's help with the two combined with the lack of sleep just about put me over the edge. (So pretty much I drove 15 hours out there to watch my kids nursery style during the funeral)

(and just as it was all concluding, Carter found it prudent to vomit all over my crotch...minutes before I saw family that I seriously haven't seen in decades)

So a long weekend of keeping both kids entertained- going from activity to activity with lots of long driving time was wrapped up when we finally headed out again Saturday evening.

All was going well until Addison started getting all congested again with a strong barking cough. We realized she was struggling to breathe and we were in the middle of nowhere. We stopped to get her some Vicks and a personalized steam maker (some of the hot water burning my finger pretty badly as I was dumping it out and while applying the steam, some of the water dripped onto her carseat, burning her leg)

She was crying, choking, struggling to breathe...and we were all packed up in the van with eight hours still standing between us...home...and her Pediatrician.

Then, we had to keep driving with NO STOPS. Because every time we stopped, Carter woke up and started to cry, getting Addison all riled up and messing with her breathing again.

Which meant that as one of us was driving, the other was trying to sleep between feeding Carter, reapplying Vicks on Addison, making sure Addison was still breathing, propping eyelids open...and attempting to not burn anyone else with the personalized steam maker.

We stumbled our way across the country seeking to appease two whiny children (and to keep breathing for Addison) in the trip that would NEVER end. (we got in at 11am this morning after a straight night of driving)

I am seriously so tired. As soon as we got home, Aaron took Addison to the doctor and she is now all medicated with hopes for a soonish recovery (she has croup). Therapy is canceled for tomorrow...I have about 20 loads of laundry to do and two little people's schedules to whip back into shape.

But we made it. Bad idea and all. And I'm glad that we did this (in theory), and it was WONDERFUL to see family again.

But NEVER again. (seriously)

Ok, I'm done whining. Time to go get some rest so that I can get things back to normal tomorrow...

(deep breaths)

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Unexpected Travels

So I realize that my last two posts probably gave you the impression that I am a hugely obese person driving the tackiest, rusted car on the doubt a chain smoker and a hoarder (might as well complete the stereotype)

Good thing I don't care about what people think about me (oh I so wish that was actually true).

So yeah, I may have my struggles (who doesn't?) but if I were to list the great things going on in my life right now, it would by far outweigh (haha) the two lasts posts filled with complaining. But it sure felt great to vent just a little bit...thanks for listening. (and no, the stereotype is not true.)

The rest of this week that I thought would be filled with therapies, mothering, Christmas decorating (and no doubt more complaining posts) has been usurped by the fact that yesterday my grandpa passed away. I wouldn't say as far as grandparent/grandchild relationship that I was terribly close to my grandpa (whole 'nother story), but I am very close to my dad and he (as you can imagine) is quite torn up over unexpectedly losing his dad.

Therefore, we are making every effort to be there for the funeral. Which means a 15 hour drive with two babies- adding in a lot of stress and worry to my otherwise low key week. But it's worth it. Because family is important.

I think driving through the night is our best bet at this point. If you have any tips or pointers of how to keep two babies happy for that long of a drive- I would love to hear them.

I would like to get my Christmas decorating done before we leave (probably Wed night), but I can't decorate the tree until Aaron straightens it, but he says it's already straight and won't move it, so I'm adding in a p.s. to this post asking for your help. (that's a VERY long sentence)

Does this tree look straight to you? (You can see that Addison already knows where the toys should go)

 he doesn't think so...

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Carter is already earning his keep

There's a small window of time in the evenings to get both the kids fed, bathed and in bed before MAJOR meltdowns ensue. Sunday nights are difficult of late as we come home from Christmas choir rehearsal at 6:00pm and that's the time that Addison is normally falling sweetly in bed with a smile on her face after an hour long pre-bed ritual and Carter's pre-bed ritual begins. So on Sundays I normally feed her quickly, brush her teeth, change her and put her in bed before Carter EXPLODES with anger over the fact that he is not being fed at that exact same moment.

Small window of time before there's so much screaming and crying that I take back all of my previous rejoicing at those long ago positive pregnancy tests.

This brings us to tonight. Choir rehearsal finished on time. I hurry the kids to the car, getting sidetracked on the way. Hurry, hurry. before the window of time closes. (I may have only had two kids for 13 weeks, but I learned this lesson FAST)

I drive home, forcing my poor little car to travel in the cold (remember my previous moans about my car??? Well, to add insult to injury the muffler is now about to fall off...commence story)

The back seat is silent except for occasional whines from Addison who fell on her head off of the piano bench right before we left church. I worry about a possible concussion.

Phew, our driveway. I pull up, hearing my car huff and wheeze and work so hard to roll to a stop. Carter's starting to stir. oh no. Hurry, hurry, hurry.

I notice that a police officer has followed me into our driveway. perfect.

I try to remember if I had been speeding. It sounds like something that I would do, but wasn't paying attention as I had been thinking about Addison's head and praying that Carter wouldn't wake up yet.

A flashlight is shined into my car as a balding police officer approaches.

"You live here?"
"Do you realize your registration sticker is expired?"
how did he see that in the dark?
"no, my husband takes care of that."
"And I think you have a brake light out...and it sounds like something is wrong with your exhaust"
well, rub it in that my car is falling apart. thank you. I had no idea.
"yes, we have an appointment for the car on Thursday"
"Driver's License, registration and insurance card?"
"right here."
Carter begins to wake up with a small whine. oh no.
"Your address is wrong on your license. How long have you lived here?"
"Three years."
"Your updated registration information was probably sent to this wrong address."
"And this insurance card expired a year ago."

In my mind I can remember exactly where I placed the up to date one in a pile marked important when turning the office into a nursery. Unfortunately it never made it out to the car.

The police officer gives me a dirty look. So many infractions. The whining from the back seat intensifies.

I lean out the window and give the officer my best persuasive speech stare down.
"Could you do me a huge favor?" I ask.
His beady eyes shoot up as if expecting me to ask to borrow his gun.
"Could you write me a ticket stating that my car is unfit for a mother of two to be driving?"
"Excuse me?" He looks shocked. I briefly wonder why.
"Well, if you wrote me a memo...maybe ticket is the wrong my husband stating that he should buy me a bigger car, that this one isn't safe to carry children in, maybe he would buy me a better/bigger car since it would be a police order."

Policeman laughs. Offers me his car. Walks away holding all of my Expired/Wrong Address information while still chuckling.

Carter's whine escalates into a cry.

By the time the policeman comes back, Carter is screaming like he hasn't been fed in a week. His sobs turn into gasps and empty swallows. I can't reach him.

Policeman gives me a piece of paper that I have to bring into the police station with updated information by the end of December, tells me my ticket was going to be $160 dollars but that he was going to waive it for me this time. (at least I think that's what he said. I could see his mouth moving but couldn't hear his voice over the screams)

Policeman tries to maneuver out of my driveway- neighbor drives by and rubbernecks. Carter is screaming like it's the end of the world and Addison cries while rubbing her eyes and mirroring the very word pathetic.

I carry drag both children and my bag toward the house through a rather intense wind that almost carries Addison away and can't find my key in the dark.

We all collapse in a pile in the living room. The window of time is GONE.

Now a peacefully loving bedtime ritual turns into tears and fits and headaches while both kids DEMAND to be fed, bathed, clothed and put to bed at the same time.


but at least I didn't get a ticket. Because I talked my way out of it? Let's face it, Carter deserves all of the credit for this one. The police officer just felt sorry for me. I'll take it. $160 worth of pity. Who said you couldn't measure emotion?

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Addison Conducts Choir of One

I've been silent this week. Truth is, I've been overwhelmed by equal amounts of stress and baby cuteness.

The stress part I'm not going to go into (who wants to be a downer?)...but the cuteness part?

I gladly share:

First sibling bath (We were having problems with Addison pooping in the tub EVERY night, so we added a little peer pressure, called him the lifeguard and a miracle more tub far)
 Carter getting a picture with his namesake. Charles Henry (great grandpa) and Carter Henry (CH and CH)
 handsome little guy (I've already decided that no woman will ever be good enough for him...I just might be THAT mom...working on it...sort of)
 loves music
and remember how I'm always saying that Addison loves to dance and that I'm trying to capture it on video but she stops as soon as I pull my camera out? Well, the dancing has evolved into conducting...

and conducting the wall has turned into conducting her brother...choir of one. (once again, I was only able to capture part of it as she stopped shortly after realizing I was taping her but this happens almost every time music comes on in our house and goes on for quite a while)

I present to you: The Choir of Addison
Hmmm...future conductor?

Monday, November 28, 2011

If I had my life to live over I would pick more daisies

I read this morning and had to share, just in case you all need as much of a pick-me-up as I did for the start of this post-Thanksgiving week:

If I Had My Life to Live Over

"I'd dare to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax, I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I'm one of those people who lives sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh I've had my moments, and if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I've been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter than I have.

If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies."

by Nadine Stair
If I had my life to live over I would pick more daisies
I'm off to eat more ice cream, pick more daisies and climb more mountains...AKA fold laundry, change/feed/burp, make dinner, finish that book...but along the way take time to enjoy moments like these:

(photos courtesy of Andrea Sanford)
Happy Monday!