She speaks!

For the last few weeks, sweet girl and I have been hearing some words come out of baby girl's mouth. It's so funny to see how excited sweet girl gets when she thinks she's heard a new one. "Mommy! Baby girl just said (insert word here)! Can you believe it? She's learning to talk." Today, she learned uh-oh! And it sounds so darned cute when she says it. Friday the word of the day was bunny, pronounced in two very decisive syllables buhn-nee, inspired by the story Curious George and the Bunny. She loves that book, and gets so excited when George finds the bunny again, she starts to laugh and point and says, "Bunny."
Now there is a lot of babbling going on to, and if you listen and look at her while she's talking, you might just think she's speaking a different language, but definitely a real language. She talks with expression, and changes the tone in her voice. Tonight, she was talking to my dear husband, and she was telling him all about Tam-may and bany, and ebaloubaloo. He acknowledged her and she kept right on telling him all about these people or things.
It's just amazing how her brain is growing and developing, and she's becoming a little person of her own.
And another refreshing first today... she sat still for over 30 minutes entertaining herself with duplo blocks and some of big sister's fun toys. It was amazing, I didn't think it was possible. I was beginning to think that I had lost my mind because I couldn't remember sweet girl ever being so energetic, but I'm sure she was...a lot the mind will forget in 4 years...
Well, ebaloobaloo to you!

Just Flush it!

We have just returned from a fun filled week in Southern Shores, NC. First time visiting that far north, and we loved it. We spent lots of time on the beach, watching movies, eating ice cream, and enjoying each other's company. AND... lots of time fishing things out of trash cans, and other waste receptacles. It seems that baby girl has been watching us very carefully... She has observed that we often put things in the trash, and flush things in the toilet. Why should she know that the things we throw and flush are trash or waste? Yesterday, my dear husband forgot the rule about putting the lid down on the toilet. And poor Curious George and the Bunny took a swim. She seemed to think she was doing a good deed. I found a sippy cup in the trash, and last week when I searched and searched for a missing shoe, it was found in the hamper. Hmmm... If only I could get that girl to put the correct things in the correct containers, I might have a clean house.
My sweet girl never did these type of things. Her worst offense was pulling the toilet paper out to decorate the hallway, the living room, and the Kitchen.
Baby girl has new excitement in store for me, I think! And wrinkles, and grey hair too!

5!

Five years ago today I became a mommy for the first time. My sweet little girl was born, and the moment I laid eyes on her, I loved her more than anything else in the world. Now, a few days after that when I was trying to figure out how to be a mommy, how to feed my baby, and how to function on so little sleep... I still loved her, I just wasn't so sure about my own self or my mommy capabilities. But we've made it for 5 years, and I think I can confidently say that we're doing just fine!

I was thinking today back to that day and how much love filled the room when she was born. I was thinking about how much love and joy she brings to our lives, our families lives, and pretty much any life that she meets. She has such a personality. Sometimes she is so dramatic, and sometimes so shy. She has a wonderful heart and cares about almost all creatures big and small. She is an amazing listener. She has learned her phone number just by listening to me say it at stores or on the phone. Amazing! She is smart! very smart! She is quite an artist too.

In the past year I've noticed that she is growing into a little girl, not a baby, not a toddler, but a real little girl. She is expressing such interest in being independent, and I know I need to let her, but I'll always be there for her when she needs me. She's so sensitive too, and on more that one occasion lately she has explained to me," Mommy, I'm sensitive, so you should tell me if you are joking or not, I might not know." How do you argue with that!

Happy Birthday sweet girl! I'm so proud to be your mommy, you are an amazing, little girl, and I'm the luckiest mommy in the world.

beautiful ballerina

beautiful ballerina
Originally uploaded by Never a dull moment....

I was organizing some pics, and came across this one! I love it, I think it might be my favorite picture of my sweet girl.

"I am a queen!"

We just returned from Pennsylvania where we attended my husband's family reunion. The reunion was nice, much better than I expected... all of my dreading for nothing. My sweet girl and baby girl enjoyed swimming in the pool and jumping on the trampoline of one of my husband's cousin's that I have only met twice in the eight years that we have been married.
But the best part was hanging with our cousin's that live in Northern Virginia at the Johnstown Hampton Inn! They enjoyed a dinner at Applebee's where we were seated at the bar (because where else would you seat a party of 18?) Then back to the hotel for late night dip in the heated pool. And then to our room where sweet girl was so excited to sleep...because her daddy had been telling her for 3 days how she was going to sleep in a queen bed. He meant a queen-sized bed, she thought he meant a bed fit for a queen. She kept talking about how she was a queen and she had servants and how they had to obey her. The bed had a very nice down comforter on it, with lots of fluffy pillows and did look fit for a queen! She got into her jammies, and snuggled in. Her daddy read the princess and the pea to her and her cousin, who came over to join the queen for a sleep over. After the story and a lullaby sung by yours truly, she said to me,"Tomorrow I will need to have breakfast in bed on a tray." I replied, "Is that so?" And she quickly cut to the chase with,"Of course, that's what queens do, and I am in the queen bed mommy, so...."
I had a quiet little giggle and told her to sleep tight. And this morning, the queen was served chocolate chip muffins and juice on a tray in her queen bed.

Summertime!

I love summertime. I love going to the pool, sitting on the beach, reading a good book.

Oops... that was my life before my girls came into our family. Now, I corral everyone into their bathing suits, swim diapers, lather them with sunblock, prepare snacks and juice cups for all, get the stroller out to the sidewalk while baby girl screams at me (in her own language that she is really pissed that I even think it's okay to leave her on the other side of the glass door). Now that I've broken a sweat, I quickly put my bathing suit on, and we get everyone out of the house and start our journey to the pool.

Once at the pool, L(sweet girl) heads to her swim lesson, and baby girl and I head to the baby pool to splash around. This is at 10 am mind you, and the sun is not shining on the babypool, only on the pool where L is swimming. So no sun for me! L has made great accomplishments so far, today she learned to do a front float, and then started to swim underwater. Way to go! She's very proud of herself. Baby girl likes to be adventureous and walk all around, and stumble and trip face first into the water. On the pool deck, she runs and falls and scrapes her knee. She screams, did I mention that she has a very loud scream? I pick her up, and she squirms and wiggles because she wants to be free! That girl makes me feel like I'm getting old because it takes some work to keep up with her. She enjoys the independance that walking has given her, and she will battle with anyone or anything that gets in her way. Yesterday, a motherless, nannyless child poured water on my poor baby girl's head. I wanted to shout at her," What the hell do you think your doing?" But that wouldn't have been a very nice motherly thing to do, would it? Instead, I very nicely said," She doesn' t like water in her face, could you please pour it somewhere else?" Then she was off to bother some other unsuspecting child.

Because swim diapers are not allowed in the big pool, I'm not able to jump in with L and help her practice all that she has learned. Instead I coach and cheer from the side while baby girl tries to jump in and drown. But coaching from the side does allow me a few minutes of sunbathing!

Being home for the summer is a nice perk to my job. I get to spend lots of time with my children, take on too many house projects that only frustrate me when I can't finish them, and I just get to forget about time. Maybe I should say that I wish I could forget about time. I'm constantly trying to fit so many things in since the summer is only 2 1/2 months long. I ask myself so many times, "Why don't you just relax?" But when I relax too much, I just feel unaccomplished....
Kind of bratty for me to complain about such things, there could be lots worse things!
Well, here's to a different kind of fun summer!

To Baby Girl because she has turned 1!

Dear Baby Girl,
This year has been a very fun one. You came into this world and made a statement on June 14, 2005. Mommy was to be induced, and it was supposed to be a quicker labor than your sisters. It was, but only by 6 hours, which isn't that much considering that she took 26 hours to come into the world. Apparently, you were being a good teacher's daughter and had your hand raised and it got caught in your cord that was also wrapped around your head. That made for a rough entry, but you survived, and didn't seem to mind being yanked out.
When you were born, all of the nurses said, "Wow, she's a big one!" and they started laying bets on how much you'd weigh. Mommy guessed 8 lbs, and some ounces, and I was right. You were a chubby little 8 lbs, 4 oz. You had rolls that were so cute!
We brought you home and your sister was instantly in love with you. She rocked you to sleep in your car seat, she introduced you to everything in your room, and everything in your house. You were very nice and let her hold and cuddle you. You actually slept pretty good for a 4 day old, perhaps 3 hours straight.
When you were 2 weeks old, the screaming started. Your sister asked, "When will she stop crying, it's really hurting my ears." And I could only reply,"That's the way babies talk, we just need to help her and see what's the matter." We have lot's a great pictures with you screaming. We tried to take ones of you when you were peaceful and sleeping, but that really didn't happen very much at all. When you were 3 weeks old, we went to the doctor because I was sure that you had inherited the same trait that your sister had as a newborn...REFLUX! And it was confirmed, you did. We started giving you medicine, and you seemed a bit more happy.
You liked being held ALOT! You spent alot of time in the Baby Bjorn, which was fine with me and you. When you were 8 weeks old, you found your thumb, and it made you a very happy baby. You started sleeping for 8 to 10 hours a night! It was great. Mommy felt like a million bucks, except for the fact that you were a fiesty little sucker and you created a crater in the food source attached to mommy's body. We visited a lactation consultant only to be told that you were a really great sucker, and that it was likely that you would suck a wall if it meant that food would come out. We took you camping with some old friends when you were just 8 weeks old. You slept the whole night! No one could believe that you were a camper already.
A sad day came when you were about 3 months old. You started going to daycare because mommy had to go back to work. Daycare isn't a sad thing, but the one that you were in was. You were 1 of 10 kids there, and mommy had a really hard time leaving you there, so I made Daddy take you, and then one day when I picked you up, and you were laying in a crib and a humunguous child was trying to crawl in there with you, I started looking for better places.
Daycare #2, you lasted there for 3 months, but one day daddy went to take you there and Jerry Springer (a very weird, trashy, inappropriate talk show host) was blaring on the t.v. and a 4 year old and 2 year old were watching, we decided that probably wasn't the environment we wanted you to be in. Jerry Springer, and the fact that you were always buckled into your carseat no matter what time we picked you up.
Around 4 months, you got some nasty shots! And you stopped sleeping through the night.
Around 5 1/2 months, mommy decided that it was time for you to sleep in your own room. This was a hard decision, cause I really enjoyed your company, but I was sure that Daddy's snoring was waking you up and making us loose sleep.
BUT...You woke up in your room too.
When you were 6 months old, a wonderful woman named MiMi came into your life. She was your nanny. She loved you the minute she laid her eyes on you! And you loved her too! She took you for walks everyday, played games with you, cuddled you, made homemade baby food for you all in the comforts of your own home.
You hated your carseat. You just liked company! Mommy or Daddy's company.
We started feeding you lots of good food, and you loved it all! Vegetables the best.
Time flew by and all of a sudden you were 9 months old and you were crawling. It was a funny sort of crawl. You would crawl with one leg and 2 hands, and do a sideways drag and swoop with the other leg on hard wood floors, and normal crawling on carpet. Grampy used to say you were protecting your knees.
When you were 10 months old, you had the cutest curly hair, and you starting saying bye like a southern belle. But you didn't like it one bit if you were left in a room alone for one second. The separation anxiety had set in and it was the kind that you read about in books. So once again, you were attached at the hip! And you cried alot. Your sister was really good at trying to distract you and make you happy. Sometimes you thought she was hilarious, sometimes not. She got frustrated with you, but she kept on trying.
When you were 11 months old, you were cruising the furniture, and standing up and balancing on your own. You started dancing to music too. Very cute!
2 weeks before your birthday, you started walking. You looked too little to walk, but that did not stop you. Sometimes you try to run! But you are a bit clumbsy, so you've gotten some bruises, which are no fun!
On your birthday, grammy and grampy gave you a baby doll. You loved it, hugged it and said baby! You babble all of the time, I'm sure you saying lots of words, but I haven't figured out many of them yet.
You are now 1 years old, you have a very demanding, yet sweet personality. You are a girl who knows what she wants, and you are not afraid to throw yourself on the ground to let us know you mean it. You have just in the last week mastered sleeping in your own bed! Tonight we went through our whole bedtime routine, and I put you in bed, and you snuggled up, put your little bum in the air and went to sleep! Woo Hoo!
We love you baby girl, and we are so glad that you came into our lives and completed our family.
Love, Mommy

Pharoh the Sparrow

Last year for Christmas, Santa brought my sweet girl a birdhouse kit that she made with her real tools (also a gift from Santa) and a little help from her daddy. She was very proud of it and painted it, then hung it in a tree that we can see from our kitchen window.
She was even more excited when some little birds, apparently Finches, came to move in. Last Summer, some sparrows in the neighborhood were a little jealous of the new accomodations the Finches had found, and they hung out and tried to scare them away. They did not succeed, and the Finches lived there all summer.
They came back this year, and the Sparrows were really angry. There have been some mean pecking fights around that birdhouse, but the Finches have always stood their ground.
Until yesterday... We noticed from the window that there was a mean fight going on, and later, we went outside only to find a little finch, very dead laying on the ground beneath the birdhouse.
Sweet girl very indignently said,"What was that mean, ole' Sparrow thinking? That wasn't his home, he was a bully." Then she suggested that we bury him and have a funeral. Daddy dug the whole, and together they lowered him into his shallow grave and covered him. Sweet girl said a little prayer for him, and asked god to protect him in heaven.

Then she said," You know what? I'm gonna call that sparrow, Pharoh because he's just like that bad King that tried to chase god's people away, and he's a bully just like that Pharoh. He better watch out, cause God's gonna send some plays (plagues) down to that sparrow and he's not going to like it. I'm gonna say a prayer for god to help him be a good bird, not a bully." Who would have thought that a 4 year old would listen so well to the bible stories that she hears at preschool?
Watch out Pharoh the sparrow!

Sleeping Like a Baby! Ha!!!!!!

Whoever thought of that saying should have been at my house last night! I could have proved them wrong one thousand times and for 1 and 1/2 hours!
So, as I've mentioned before, my little baby girl does not like to sleep in her own bed for long periods of time. If we cooperate with her and bring her to our bed, she'll sleep for hours and hours and hours! My nanny has mentioned to me that she also enjoys the company of others during her nap times. Nanny holding baby girl = 1 to 2 hours of nap, Nanny not holding baby girl= 20 minute cat nap that leaves baby girl a lovely grump head to come home to.

So last night I decided that it was time to take this matter into my own hands. What am I saying? It's always in my own hands, my dear husband hasn't a clue when it comes to putting a child to sleep. Perhaps it's my own fault because every time he tries, he gets that helpless look, and claims to not know how to do (insert child rearing ability here), and I always step in to save the day! It's a bad habit that I trying to work on.

Last night, baby girl was exhausted. I went to put her to bed. She was half asleep and half awake. They say put them to bed when they are drowsy. Yes, I did that. The moment I laid her in her bed, she flipped her body onto her tummy, pushed her tummy off the mattress and was standing in 2 seconds flat. How does a drowsy child do that you ask? She has special powers that allow her to react to her arch, rival enemy, the crib is what I think. Then I told her it was time to go night-night, kissed her head, and up she jumped again. This went on for about 5 mintues with her screaming as if she was being tortured. Then I kissed her head, and said Mommy's going now, and walked out of the room. She proceeded to cry for 20 minutes. I returned and the prior scene repeated itself, only this time I got to change a poopy diaper and feel badly that perhaps that was the reason that she had been crying. Once again, I told her night-night, and I left the room. Another 20 minutes went by, and by this time, I'm ready to run screaming from my home. So I return for a 3rd time and the process is repeated. 2o more minutes and I go back in. She lays her head on my chest with the crib bars between us, and tries to keep her eyes open. She's so tired that her legs are buckling, and finally I am able to get her to sit in her crib, then ease her into laying position. I patted her back for a few minutes, and then she peacefully slept for the entire night in her own bed until 6:3o this morning. Was it worth it? I don't know. Perhaps I should just let her sleep with me, less stress for me, less upset and trauma for her. We'll see what happens tonight!

Playdate!

So, Sweet girl is having her first, official, after school playdate as I write. She has been to playdates, and has had friends over, but always on the weekend or with neighbor kids. This is our first friend from school. When I asked her if she wanted to have someone over, she was so excited. I expected her to pick one of the girls in her class, BUT... she picked the cutest little boy, who she plans to marry one day (she offered him 100 cookies to be her husband). They are having the best time, incorporating leggos, matchbox cars, and polly pockets. But my question is: What is my role in this? I've sent a snack down, complimented their creations, and checked on them a few times. I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it, and check on them every once in awhile!
Next year, Sweet Girl will start Kindergarten. I can't believe that she's already crossing that milestone. It seems like just last year when I was pushing and pushing for 4 hours, and finally getting to hold the sweet little child that broke my tailbone as she busted into the world 26 hours after she made her initial move. Wow.... time flies!

Have you ever seen such a cutie? Baby girl is thinking about being an independent walker.... She took 4 steps yesterday by herself, and then crashed into my arms!

The Yucky old Virus!!!!!
Well, baby girl has been struck with a virus, while we were on a little escape to the beach no less. She had a fever for 3 days... and slept alot! While I felt bad for her, I kind of enjoyed the sleep (I'm a bad mommy, aren't I?) I was convinced that she had an ear infection, but the doctor rendered those horrible, awful, ear piercing words: It's just a virus, should be better in a few days, if not, come back. AAAARRRRGGGHHH!
You would have thought that baby girl was undergoing some terribly painful surgery without any pain relief when they were removing the wax from her ears... Friends of ours were in the room next door, when a nurse, the doctor, and myself had to hold her down, and she screamed and screamed and tried to get away. (the nurse commented on what strength she had for such a young child) Then they tried to look in her mouth at her throat, but she would not open her mouth, and the doctored feared she might crack the tongue depressor in half, so she gave up and took blood instead. All this just to look in her ears and throat???? And this came from the girl who didn't even cry when they gave her 4 shots at 6 months.
Anyway, we waited in the waiting room for the results of the blood test, and our friend came out and said "Man, did you hear that kid screaming?" To which I replied, "Yes, that was mine!"

So, 3 days later, she's fever free, and slept last night for 9 hours straight! There are 4 teeth lurking under those gums 2 poking through... I will not take those sleeping hours for granted!

And, to update you on dear husband....
We had a date on Monday night. The first part of the date consisted of me crying and telling him that I was so worried that he was always going to be a terrible listener, a selfish person, and that he would always be oblivious to his ways.
I actually got a bit of a response from him, and he "says" that he hears what I'm saying and that he wants to be a better husband. We'll see....

What's wrong with him?????
My husband and I have had many ups and downs, recently more downs than ups. It seems that I may have married the most selfish, yet clueless man in the world. Now, I don't mean that he's not a good dad, nor do I mean that I don't believe that he can be a good guy. But, he has this way of only thinking of himself ALL of the time. I believe that he has some strong ADD tendencies, which sometimes may be a big part of the problem. But, it's so highly irritating that he behaves this way and seems unaware of it. Here is an example of the nonsense that I dealt with last night....
Husband: (8:59)Going to change the cat litter, cat's pooped on the floor.
Me: (9:05) come on sweet girl, time for a quick shower ( hurry, mommy really wants to watch the season finale of Grey's anatomy)
9:10 husband still not returning, oops, look at the time, he's in the basement watching his weekly fix of 24. Always watches, every monday night, too violent for any little children to watch with him, so he scores an average of 1 1/2 hours of complete and alone, quiet time.
Me:(9:20) Okay, your turn baby girl, time for bath. splash, cry, scream, dry off, try to put diaper on, scream some more, jammies on...
Me:(9:30) Okay, baby girl and sweet girl, lets play and read books while mommy reads the close captioning on the screen, picks out your clothes, feeds one of you a bottle, gives one of you a bed time snack, listens to you sing and dance (in front of the screen which I am reading words off of), one of you jump on me repeatedly, and I still remain calm...
Me:(10:05) where's daddy? his show and peace and quiet should be over now....
Me:(10:10) HUSBAND!!!!!!! What are you doing?
Husband(10:11): Oh, George Bush talked too long in his speech, shows still on for a few more minutes.
Me: Well, take one of them... I deserve some peace and quiet please
Sweet Girl: I can't watch daddy's show, it's to violent.
Husband: Oh I can take baby girl, no problem.
Then I proceeded to watch the last half of Grey's anatomy being interrupted every few minutes with requests, questions, ect...
Not the peaceful time I had expected or wanted.

When all shows are off, he comes around hinting at compliments for doing something that he had to be asked to do. And then has the audacity to get pissed off at me for not agreeing that he is compliment worthy. And decides to argue with me about it (totally not in his character.... usually the most uncommunicative person I know)!
After all arguements are on the table, dear husband says, guess I just can't watch my show anymore.... What an idiot! This is where I question does he have an attention issue so strong that he can't even follow the real issue at hand, or is he really smart and knows exactly how to manipulate me????

It's Friday!

It's been a quick week, you know one of those weeks when you just feel like you are going, going, going, and you never have a moment to yourself, and then you wake up and realize, wow! the weekend is here again.
My weeks have been going like this for awhile now, and while it's nice that the time passes quickly, it's sad because my little baby is growing up, and my sweet girl is growing up even more! I can't belive that in one week my baby, the last baby I will have, is going to be 11 months old. 11 months, that is one month short of 1 year! How is it that she has already passed so many milestones in what seems like such a short time.
She is battling the 2nd or 3rd cold that she has had in her lifetime. Having a nanny has many perks! By this time sweet girl had had atleast 6 ear infections or sore throat viruses and she was in a small daycare setting! Anyway, baby girl does not have a good handle on sleeping through the night. She likes her mommy, and loves to cuddle with her mommy in her mommy's arms, which usually turns into mommy's bed because mommy is so darn tired, and has to get up and go to work in a few hours and wants to sleep.
BUT, last night a little benedryl, helped aid the sleep cause! I acutally woke up at 6 and looked at the clock, then tiptoed to baby girl's doorway and watched to see if she was breathing. When will I stop worrying about that? I think never, I still check on sweet girl in the middle of the night sometimes.
Yesterday, baby girl demonstrated her ability to stand up on her own and balance for about a minute. She was quite proud of herself. Hubby commented on how it looked strange to see baby girl and sweet girl standing next to each other. I agreed. Then she went on to show off her newest trick, How big is sweet baby? and up her arms go with a big smile! That girl is so darn cute when she smiles. To bad she only has 2 settings, smiley happy and crying pissed off.

As I write this post, I'm thinking to myself, "You really need to just sit back and relax and enjoy the ride at least 2 days a week." All of the other stuff will still be there, and we may pay a few bills late, and we might not have the best dinners, and everything might not be clean and tidy, but you know what, I will have had some enjoyable moments, and so will my girls. And Daddy might even catch on and join in on the family fun!

April 30th... What a Mess!

As I sit here among a mess, I'm wondering how did it get this bad. We have been in a construction zone since DECEMBER when our basemet bathroom addition started. Bad contractors, bad luck, and too much stuff is why it is this messy. That in addition to a husband who doesn't know how to clean up after himself, and has no organization skills.
I think if I sent him and the girls away for a week and got this whole house organized, like when one of those shows comes to your house like Clean Sweep, my house would be trashed again in one month.
It seems that number 2 daughter has created a bit more responsibility than I remember number 1 daughter being at this age, and I just can't seem to find the time to do all that needs to be done.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm a bit depressed, and maybe that's why I'm having such a hard time motivating. I also so feel overwhelmed, and I think that stops me before I even get started. And lastly, I think I'm being a bit passive agressive towards my husband because deep inside I blame him for everything that's wrong, or at least I blame him for not being more on the ball and noticing and remembering things that he can contribute to.
When we were married, he wasn't as overwhelmed, didn't have his own business, and seemed more connected to me... 8 years later, 2 kids later, 1 self-employed business later, and 1 bathroom addition later, he just isn't able to focus on anything for more than a few seconds, that is anything except business, personal health, food, personal belongings, and bathroom additon and anything that he can get obsessive compulsive about! WHat a rant! I guess it just feels good to complain and get it all out. Perhaps I won't be such a bitch to him when he returns at some unacceptable hour this evening only to have something very pressing that will take up even more of our precious family time!

April 28, 2006 The day of my blogging debut...

So, I've been hanging out and reading some really great mommy blogs (what about mommy, Irene's Scene, crouching mommy hidden laundry,chicky, chicky baby,and dooce), and have enjoyed them alot! And I've been thinking that I'd really like to have an outlet for all of my thoughts... it's kind of getting crowded up there inside of my head. Some have said that I have a way with words, so we'll see if anyone reads my blog and agrees. If no one reads, that's okay too, because I will feel better telling someone (even if it's just myself) my thoughts without being interrupted. 10 month olds and 4 1/2 year olds have a way of not understanding a mommy's need to be listened to, atleast not the things she wants to tell... they just aren't the appropriate audience. And my husband.... well, sometimes he has the attention span of a flea. That is unless it's a topic that revolves and directly has something to do with something that will benefit him! So, here goes....

Today is the start of a weekend that I will be left alone to deal with the little lovies yet again. One of my famous quotes is that I don't like being a single parent. But apparently my quote is not heard because this is the 2nd weekend in a row that I have been left to fend for myself. Now, Don't get me wrong, I love my girls. We have fun, and I am learning to just relax and not worry about all of the chores and bills to pay, laundry to do and all of those types of things that I don't quite have the time to do when I get home from work during the week. BUT, I want to have fun as a family too! My hubby just doesn't get it. When I complain, he says,"I know, next weekend you can go and do anything you want, I 'll watch the girls all day." This is not what I want! I tell him this, and he says he understands, but yet never shows any signs of understanding!
My relationship with my hubby and my marriage will be a topic that I write a lot about because currently it is something that is on my mind a majority of the time these days.
I decided to name my blog mommy!mommy!mommy! because many days I feel like the mom of 3, husband included as 3rd child.
Well, I think my first post rambled a bit, but I WILL clarify my thoughts and figure out how I want to do this!