Sometimes I wonder...
What do a stuffed baby tiger, a plastic spoon, a pair of dress up shoes, a magic wand, a mermaid Barbie, and a toy feeding dish have in common? Hell if I know, but I found them all in my bed this morning.
Valentine's Day
I went and got pics taken for Valentine's day. We made a collage for David to hang either in the office or at home. Middle pic has all three of us and a pic of each baby girl on either side. All of us in pink because, as Jessica says ONLY girls wear pink.
Toddler Again
My dearest little baby. My last little baby. She is no longer a baby. She is a toddler. My beautiful little Chonk turned one January 19th. She's walking all over the place. She drinks from sippy cups and eats real people food. I have no idea where the las year has gone. It all seems like such a haze now, but while it was happening every day seemed liked an eternity. But now, my baby raising days are gone. And we get to enter the touchy, tasting, grabbing age again.
I miss them both already. These days truly are fleeting.
Sound Off
Very very rarely have i ever used this site to sound off about any current topic in the news or media.
I have just got to say this one time though, that Dr. Ph*l has totally crossed the line of any type of respectable healer. He is absolutely no better than the vultures in the tabloids and is only hoping to grab some fame himself. Shame shame on him. He does for therapists what tv dramas do for lawyers and doctors -- invalidates, and gives media fodder in the form of half truths a flat out falsehoods.
I hope to high heavens that anything he says regarding Br**ney Sp**rs comes back to haunt him in some sort of slander or libel. The only problem i have with that is that both he and she would continue to make headlines.
Just simply thouroughly disgusted by his transparent motives and the harm he does in the name of making a buck.
Rant done.
Christmas Musings
Okay, so we made the drive down to Texas in one night. Jessica is awake in the middle of the night and decides she wants to talk. Here's part of that conversation:
Jess: Mommy I want to talk about Santa Claus.
Me: Okay. What about Santa Claus?
Jess: Santa Claus and Mrs. claus are brother and sister.
Me: REally? How do you know?
Jess: They look alike and they are the mommy and daddy of all the elves.
Me: Oh. I didn't know that.
Jess: Why does Mrs Claus not go with Santa Claus?
Me: Go where?
Jess: To give away the toys.
Me: Um.. because she has to stay home and give Santa Claus directions when he gets lost.
Jess: oh. how come he gets lost?
Me: Well, there are lots of little boys and girls to see and sometimes he needs help going form house to house.
Jess: But not the bad boys and girls.
Me. Right, not them.
Jess: If there are more bad boys and girls, can i get more presents?
Me: I don't think it works that way.
Jess: Does santa Clause give all the elves the toys that the bad boys and girls can't have?
Me: umm..sure. That sounds like a good idea.
Jess: Does Erica get toys?
Me: Yes. She's been a good baby.
Jess: But mommy, babies don't need toys.
Me: Jessica, please go back to sleep.
Jess: Mommy can we sing Christmas songs?
Me: Would it stop you if I said no?
Jess: "Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer....."
And we proceeded with at least five rounds each of Rudolph, O Christmas Tree, and Up on the House Top.
It didn't last for too terribly long, but somewhere along I 20 East I found my Christmas spirit.
Christmas Trip
Yes, I have truly passed into the realm of "she's outtta her mind". I left South Carolina on Friday evening about 6:30 pm and pulled into my mother's drive in Hallsville, TX about 10:30 Saturday morning. I was worried about making the trip alone with both girls, but driving at night was the
THe trip back aught to be interesting. As is, David is supposed to fly back with the piglet, while bug and I drive back hauling a trailer full of trivials. But, it may come about the we switch children and I drive back with the baby. Not sure which would be easier. The plane ticket is currently in Erica's name -- cant imagine i should be a big deal to swap out children as neither of them shows ID any how. But, I'll call and ask the airlines.
Below are our Christmas Pictures. We are calling this "Grumpy Christmas". Hopefully I'll get some smiles while we are here visiting.
Month Late - Content Short
Well, here is Thanksgiving time and I'm just getting around to posting about Halloween. I really don't know how that happens. Truly, I sit down to write something and then I get distracted by something else. Something else like, laundry or dishes or grocery run -- you know - the mundane things in life.
SO here are the girls on Halloween evening. 
We went to the mall with PaPa and Grandma Sylvia. Erica seemed to enjoy looking around and seeing everything. We did not beg for candy for her. As far as I'm concerned, if they can't walk themselves then they really shouldn't be getting the candy. Jessica did pretty well about saying "trick or treat" and "thank you". Not sure one can tell, but she wore her little red cowboy boots with her Snow White costume. That's my "Cowboy Princess" ya'll.
I was amused to see that Jess has figured out that it is all about the loot. She politely said "thank you" most of the time -- but not until she looked in her bag to see what had been given to her. We stayed for about an hour -- which was really as long as any sane person can stand. And they were exhausted getting home.
Now, on a slightly side note, I have an issue with Halloween Costumes. Particularly with the whole "Slutification" of Halloween. I saw way too many teenagers out. that's fine, I can get passed that. But when you're coming to the mall, I really don't need to see the naughty nurse, or pillaged pirate wench or sexy bo peep. And what I find worse is that the costumes are sold as sort of trashy. It's one thing to modify or make up your own, but actually selling the costumes ready to wear already lloking like some Cartoon Fantasy Porn--- EEK.
Okay, I'm just old. And maybe jealous that I can't get away with wearing anything like that.
Halloween
Here it is, one of my favorite times of year. Kids all dressed up, cute or scary. Adults getting dressed up to basically relive being a kid. And candy. Lots of candy everywhere. Kids knocking on doors asking for candy. And it's expected, not considered begging.
Jessica is going to be a fairy and Erica a pumpkin.
Okay, so maybe it's just an excuse to dree them up all cute and silly and take pictures. I can live with that too.
Piglet and the Pea
Well, Piglet is just 8 and half months old, but one couldn't guess it by her size and actions. She's wearing 12 month + clothes. She's standing and cruising around the tables and chairs. She delights in pulling herself up on anything and any one who will be still enough to let her. And now she is really making a good start on solid foods. I was impressed with the way she could gum a cracker or Nilla wafer into mush. Poor girl has no teeth yet. Not even nubbins. However, that doesn't stop her from putting anything into her mouth to test it as a food possibility. So tonight I thought I'd try her out on some peas and carrots. She did great! Well, let me qualify that a bit. She did a remarkable job of picking then up and putting them in her mouth. She actually picked up individual peas and got them to her mouth without mushing them. I am horrible impressed with the fine motor skills. But, then she tasted the vegetables. And being that she is my daughter, quickly lost interst in the whole expierment.
Oh well. We'll keep trying. But I don't know how you make any vegetable as good as fruit loops or frosted cheerios.
Split Shift
Over the last couple of years, I've gone back and forth about beating myself up about being a stay at home mom whose kids are in full time day care. Yeah, I'm a bit spoiled that way. But then I owned up to the fact that really, I'm a pretty decent housewife, just a crappy stay at home "mom". Don't see the difference? It's the kids! As a housewife I clean, cook, do laundry, shopping, minor household repairs, change lightbulbs, clean out closets, vaccuum, mop, dust, take out the trash -- you know all those types of chores. Now, add in the mom part with kids at home you have to add in all the rest. Diapers, entertaining, educating, totting them around, settling arguments, putting down for naps, feeding lunch and snacks, all that stuff that i really am just not up for doing ALL day long. My hat is off to those of you that do it. And I am in awe of those of you who even make it look easy.
But I have come to the realization, whether anybody wants to acknowledge it or not, that I do indeed work with the girls at least a full 8 hour day -- everyday. I just do it in a split shift. I do three hours in the morning from 5:30 - 8:30 am. Then I put in another 5 hours from about 4:00 pm - 9:00 (or later). Which means all the house wife stuff in the middle of the day is extra. And the weekends when I do it all together?? Well, I think that should be considered overtime. I certainly can't just say .. Nah, I'm taking the day the off. And the whole simple "wife" role seems non-exsistent when so overshadowed.
Maybe I'm just justifying why I'm not going back to work full time. The thought of doing all that on top of a job outside of the home which would require a wardrobe and makeup and commuting and tolerating other people....i don't think there is enough anti - anxiety medication available to make me cope.
Well, it's off to the kitchen. And those bathrooms are calling out my name rather loudly today.
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