Mommin' It Up!

June 8, 2009

It’s Like the Xanax of Cupcakes

This weekend the kids and Bobby and I (along with Emily & her kids and lots of other cool bloggy peeps) had the privilege of attending a birthday party for Amy’s daughter, P. The party was held at Pump It Up, one of those “bouncy places” as Joshua calls them, and let me just say a GREAT time was had by all! After an hour or so of bouncing, we went into a room where the (very awesome) Pump It Up staff served the children chips, juice boxes, and cupcakes. Glorious, glorious cupcakes. Cupcakes that not only looked and tasted delicious, but also seemed to have a mysterious tranquilizing quality. After just one bite, all the crazy kiddos seemed to instantly calm down. Witness:

Shannan’s three-year-old, Brady:

Erin’s little guy:

And finally, my little Sophie, who was completely transformed into a Zen-like state:

Maybe it was the hour of furiously bouncing, climbing, and sliding that that made the kids so docile, but after a taste of that icing, I’m thinking someone slipped a little somethin’-somethin’ into the cupcakes.

And yo, I could really use that recipe!

June 5, 2009June 4, 2009

I Get So Emotional, Baby

You are welcome, enjoy having that song in your head for the rest of the day!

But seriously. I’ve always been a cry baby, which is why I ascribe to putting a daily coat of waterproof mascara on top of my regular mascara. Because sadly, you never know when I am just gonna burst into tears.

As you may imagine, over the past few months with hormones and trying to get medication figured out, my tendency to weep at the drop of the hat has been a *little* exacerbated. Like, the other night, at the Yanni Voices concert, for some odd reason I started thinking about when Joshua and Kate were infants, and a couple of times I babysat Kate soon after Em went back to work. Having two infants that were 8 weeks apart all day was a little nuts but I really LOVED spending that time with both of them. I remembered when Joshua was napping how I’d enjoyed getting to know Baby Kate, laying her on my tummy and cooing at her. And in that moment, in an arena with thousands of people, with some Venezuelan guy in tight, shiny pants singing his heart out, I got a little teary. About spending time with my baby cousin. FIVE YEARS AGO.

Just about anything will make me tear up these days – someone being kind, someone being mean, a book, a song, a prayer and geez I can hardly read all the great blog posts that some people are writing these days for fear of DROWNING myself. And I do not watch television commercials. That’s like walking through an emotional mine field for crying out loud!

So anyways, I’m still an emotional basket case, but in a much less crazy way than I was {pauses to blow nose and wipe away a tear}. But tell me I’m not alone. What sends your tear ducts into a tizzy?

June 4, 2009June 4, 2009

Sammy Chatter

All of the sudden, almost over night, it seems like Sammy is talking a lot! It sounds weird to say “it seems” because he is talking a lot, but since he is the second child and I have no time to read weekly “Here’s what your kid should be doing” emails from Babycenter, I have no idea if he’s actually talking a lot for a 14-month-old or not. And contrary to my type-A neurotic personality, I don’t really care.

He is talking a lot for him, anyway, and it is SO CUTE.

He’s been saying “Mama,” “Dada,” and – his favorite – “ball” for several months now, but now his vocabulary has expanded to include “night night,” “down,” “Daisy” (his sitter’s dog), “Papa,” umm…. and other stuff that I can’t think of right now.

It’s so exciting to watch his speech develop, because it seems like he’s saying something, or several things, new every day. Last night was the first time I ever got him to perform – I’d ask him to say one of his words and he’d repeat it. This morning, when he woke up and I went to get him out of his crib, and he said “I want down” plain as day. I said “You want down?” and he said “I want down.” So I did this several more times until he looked at me like “Seriously lady, how many times do I have to tell you?”

He’s so smart and so cute. (yes, I know I’m his mom.) He still can’t walk.

But the boy can dance.