Mommin' It Up!

March 21, 2011

Keepin’ It Real. Real Dirrrty.

That’s right, dirrty. With three r’s. Like Christina Aguilera.

On Sunday nights, we go to our small group from church which we call house church. Last night it was time for just the guys to meet, and I thought to myself, “Hmm, do I really want to be alone with these kids from 5:30-8:00? No, I do not.” So I sent out a quick text to the ladies of house church and asked if they wanted to bring their kids over for an impromptu play date. Cortney, Celia, and our friend Jen (who does not blog, LAME!) replied that they would be right over. When I sent this text, I was in the car on the way home from a birthday party, and as soon as we got home, Bobby had to jet to get to house church. So the house was pretty much in the manic state of disarray it was when we left for the birthday party. I picked up a few things so that you could, you know, walk through the rooms, but the place wasn’t exactly *spotless*. (And really, when is it?)

This is what I love about my group of friends. I can have them over and not feel like I have to clean up. And then, when they get there, they say things like, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I am so glad your house looks like this! It makes me feel so much better!”

And we laugh.

And our kids make the house an even bigger mess than it was. (After we forced them to play outside for as long as possible.)

And we let them do it so we can just be together.

Which makes cleaning it up later totally worth it.

Even when Celia’s little *angel* does this in my bathroom.

I love you dirrty girls!

March 18, 2011March 17, 2011

She knows how to make a first impression

This is Sophie’s school picture for her first year of preschool. They just came home with her this week and I loooove them! Look at that sweet little face!

One of the fun things about Sophie being in school this year is all the friends she has made (like this guy, for instance). Yesterday we had a playdate with her friend Dominick for the first time. Of course the first playdate for the kids is like a first date for the moms – so I was a little nervous. But I liked Dominick’s mom, Danielle, right away and we had a nice time.

The weather was gorgeous so we were sitting on the patio while the kids played on the swing set. I was holding Jonah when Sophie approached the patio – I could kind of see Soph out of the corner of my eye, just kind of standing…

“Sophie, what are you doing?” I called over my shoulder.

“Umm…I think she’s about to pee in the dog bowl,” said Danielle.

ABOUT TO PEE IN THE DOG BOWL??

I whipped around to see Sophie with her pants around her ankles, on her way down into a squat above a giant bowl of water for Danielle’s dogs.

I threw the baby at Dom’s mom and grabbed Sophie. “Sophie that is not a potty! And we do not go potty outside! We go potty inside!”

“I wanna go potty OUTSIIIIDE!” she screamed as I hauled her bare buns into the house and frantically tried to locate the bathroom.

After she had finished her business, we headed back outside where I reclaimed my baby, but sadly, not my pride.

“I have NO idea where that came from. I promise you we do NOT use the bathroom outside at our house! ” I tried to assure the woman I had just befriended. Luckily for me, she laughed it off and did NOT immediately show us the door.

I must admit I was flabbergasted – this really came out of nowhere. I have NO idea why the Soph thought a giant dog bowl full of water on her friend’s porch would make a proper toilet.

But hey, since I didn’t let her make a literal splash, at least she definitely made a figurative one!

March 16, 2011March 16, 2011

Let the games begin. And by “games” I mean “torture”.

It’s a good thing it’s a well-established fact that I’m narcissistic, or else I might have to write a really long background to this post.

But, you all already know I’m into me. So.

Monday I started Operation HoboNot, which is my campaign to lose this last 15 lbs of baby weight (I gained 43). So, I started exercising. Which I hate. Also a well-established fact.

I started doing Pilates, which is about the only form of exercise I can tolerate and stick with. And let me just tell you, my core is hatin’ life right now. OWWW! Tomorrow I am gonna take a day off the ol’ (non-existent, stretched out) abs and do an upper body Pilates workout. Also, I would suggest if you have hardwood floors and haven’t done Pilates in ohh saaaaaaaaaay roundabout two years, you should use TWO Pilates mats instead of one. Ow my back!

I’ve been *trying* to cut down on pop. Well-documented fact # 3: I looooves me some sugar. Especially when it is carbonated and ice cold. So I’m trying to limit myself to one a day. I’ll admit I’m not always successful. When I’m really stressed, I go for a Mountain Dew or a Coke! But, since I cut down on the pop 3 weeks ago, I lost 6 lbs. It really DOES make a difference. I don’t eat that badly but I *drink* a lot of calories!

Why can’t I live in a world where I can drink three Mountain Dews a day and sit on my butt and maintain a movie-star physique?

Blargh.

I’m trying to get back to me, but I have to do a lot of totally not-me things to get there. Oh, the irony! Will it be worth it?? Only time will tell. Let the games begin!