The other night we bribed Oliver with ice cream for a hair cut. Granted, he doesn't scream in pain and yell "ouch" every time you touch his head, it's still a task that takes a lot of convincing on our part. Anyhoo. We finished with his hair cut. He agreed that he looked handsome. We left for ice cream at 8:00pm. Ice cream was yummy and everyone was happy. We headed over to Target to pick up a few items (yeah right, a few items at Target always end up costing you $125). Somehow I manage up in the dressing room with a cute pair of shorts. Sadly, they didn't fit. I leave the dressing room to hang them up and there on the rack is hanging a cute bra. Oliver takes his hands and squeezes both cups and yells "boobies, boobies, boobies"! In my head I'm thinking... Oh. My. God. Did my child just say that? Out loud? I quickly lean in and whisper "don't say that Oliver". Then a young girl leaving the dressing room at the same time busts out laughing and he goes at it again even louder, "boobies, boobies, boobies"! At that point, I just grab his arm and run off to meet Michael and Lennon in utter embarrassment. Of course, Michael has heard none of it because Lennon is having one of her Exorcist screaming moments and trying to climb out of the cart. Ahh, parenthood.
Lesson learned: Don't take 2 kids to Target at 8:30pm after eating ice cream.
I've been thinking about changing my blog title for awhile. Something that fits me and my life a little better. But there's no way you can sum up a mother's life in a nutshell or in one sentence. Impossible. My brain is churning and I'm thinking hard. Gotta get creative. Get back to ya.
Having two kids has drained the life out of my "bubbies", but I'm not interested in spending six grand on new ones. Ugh.
On Monday, I've been married 7 years to my high school sweetheart (and those of you trying to do the math, that's 16 years total). Although 7 years might seem long (and it is in America), the day we got married was just an extension of our relationship. Some people feel like a marriage is the beginning of a relationship, but we were already commit ed to each other. Fully and completely. Marriage just seemed like the natural next step in our relationship. It was a small, intimate, and casual wedding. Very informal - just like us. No big sha-bang. No big wedding dress. No big fuss. Just a day to re-commit to each other and move our relationship forward.
I married my best friend, lover, and soul mate. He is everything I'm not and he balances me perfectly. He understands me and puts up with me. He gave me the two most beautiful and wonderful gifts ever, Oliver and Lennon.
Happy Anniversary Michael. I love you.
As I was putting Lennon down for bed tonight, I was thinking about how hard having two kids is. How much different Lennon is than Oliver. How tired and exhausted I am. But. I'd do it over in a heartbeat.
Oliver was and still is easylikesundaymorning. Don't get me wrong, he's all boy, rambunctious, and full of energy. But, he's a pretty easy going little dude. Super friendly and good natured. He always has been. Lennon, on the other hand, is not. I like to say she's one cup spice and a teaspoon of sugar. She's feisty, bossy, full of attitude, particular about who she likes, and is a wild girlie girl. There's nothing easy going about her. It amazes me how two kids, from the same parents, can be so completely different. I know, one's a boy and the other is a girl, but they're so different in so many ways.
Life is much harder now. Two kids to chase, two kids to feed (and if you got two kids, you know what I mean - they're both hungry starving like they haven't eaten in weeks at the same exact time), two kids to play with, two kids to take grocery shopping. Two kids. I was way more tired after having Lennon. I thought by the 2nd baby, it would be so much easier. It's easier in lots of ways (like less calls to the doctor to ask silly questions your Mom could have answered), but harder because you're just damn tired. Tired physically. Tired emotionally. Tired mentally.
Then I see Oliver and Lennon playing. Oliver and Lennon wrestling. Oliver and Lennon hugging. Oliver telling Lennon, "you make me sad" because she tumbled his Leggo tower. Oliver snuggling with Lennon in bed, "come way with me Weni". Oliver sticking up for Lennon, "Weni can't go time-out, she's too wittle". Lennon chasing after Oliver to hug him. Lennon laughing at EVERYTHING Oliver does. Lennon trying to say her brother's name, "Ah-der".
That's' why I had two. It's all worth it. I love every damn tiring moment and I wouldn't change it for the world. I'd do it all over, in a heartbeat.
