Jul 31, 2012

A Blog: Somethin' Womans Type On

Davy who do you want to be like when you grow up?

A good girl. Gigi is eating crayons and she is giving them to me saying "This gum.This gum" and I don't want to.

Davy don't kick Gigi.

Gianna get off Davy's back.

{Now Davy is giving Gianna a ride on her back. They're laughing. crap. she's hurt from the extra weight on her back. She hurt her knee.}

Davy is singing "Christmas flowers then we hold hands. Christmas flowers then we hold hands. Christmas flowers then we hold hands. holding your hand holding your hand holding your hand."

I asked her what exactly she was singing and she translated and then added that the flowers are, you guessed it, glow in the dark.

Davy what is your fav. thing to do outside?

Eat Popsicles on the front porch. And playing. And playing inside. 

{More Christmas holding hands song.Baby is stirring.Gianna is drawing me pictures and bringing them to me. Gianna brought me a water bottle to open.My kitchen is covered in crayons.Davy has taken it upon herself to get some water. She is now in a laundry basket on the couch.Cosette is now crying. Davy fell off couch.}

Davy what is a blog?

Somethin' that womans type on.

Jul 26, 2012

What Day is it?

And what month is it? I feel like I was sucked into a time warp or something for the last 4 months or so-ish. When I happen upon the date I immediately assume that something is obviously from last year because there is no way that it is yet June. But it seems that July has almost passed me by and I need to get in the freaking game.

And cut myself some slack because I just had a baby like a few weeks ago ummm 9 weeks ago. so for real this time, I'll try to be legit.

Can I go on a babymoon? like with just the baby.
It has been quite an adjustment getting back into the swing of reality and survival with three bambinas and one newly occupationed husband. More on all of that fun later. Just picture someone with who's had like 4 pina coladas and/or no sleep hanging out with 3 tutu wearing girlies under 4.

And today arrived like many in the last few weeks with plumbing adventures which distracted me while my closet was emptied of clothes by 2/3 of the girl squad. But those clothes really don't fit me anyway so maybe they are better suited as  a "nest" for babies in the corner of my bedroom. And then more crayon art was colored on my already decked walls and furniture with the added surprise of a waxy purple jumbo sized shoved in my very sweet 9 week old Cosette's mouth. Davyyoubetterrunbeforeyouareseriouslyinjured. for reals.

And some of those events contributed to the fact that I needed to go on a walk with a very very beautiful and pregnant friend which brings me back to the reason I do know the date today.

Dates can be important when little babes are arriving and as we were trying to figure out the date. I came to the rescue after I looked at my watch and told her it was the 24th. aaaaand she brought me back to reality and to July 26th. Excited to be here folks.

Jul 9, 2012

5 years of Poison Ivy Love

This weekend, on almost exactly the five year anniversary of the day I took my vows and married my love, he was plagued with a horrible bout of poison ivy that has rendered him partially incapable of his normal level of help in the parent portion of our family.
what do you mean by "in sickness and in health" exactly?

I have on occassion bemoaned my state in life when he is less than available due to crazy work hours or unjustifiable tiredness. But this poison ivy situation really threw me. We had a weekend filled with a dad's b'day fun, a 5 year anniversary of marital bliss, pedicures and confession with pregnant friends, a big sis's wedding and reception with a 6 week old in tow, Cosette's baptism, and a very last minute party. I just needed him to be on his A game so that we could make it unscathed. And we did. mostly. But I was kinda irritated here and there with his oozing wounds and calamine lotion and gauze. whatajerkiam.

a little baptism action. more on that later.
And then this evening I remembered he did 6 short weeks ago for me for my 6ish weeks of horribleness while I was on bedrest. ummm. I have only been at this solo-ish for a few days and I know the end is in sight. Can I get a hoo-rah for drugs tomorrow.

And did I mention that he is muy muy uncomfortable. Our city beat it's record of heat in like 77 years or something. Thermometers were saying 106. And I'm pretty sure heat and poison ivy are not a fun combo.

I mean he completely held up the fort here at home after full days of work while transitioning into a new job. He put girls to bed, kept me alive while I was gestating in a form far from who and what he married, and kept our home liveable.

Easter: Daddy and Gi
So even though things get a little tiny bit crazy and itchy sometimes and I can be crazy and bitchy sometimes, I am so grateful to be married and have someone through the "good times and bad, and sickness and health." Because. ummm. marriage is really full of those times.

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