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My crazy house full of love

It’s 8:30 a.m. and I am presently finishing off coffee number 1 while contemplating a second coffee and watching my children. 

Ethan is over at the dining room table, he found the cheesies Alex and I left out from last night, and I didn’t stop him from eating them all, I just took amusement in what he was doing. He was sly with it at first, then when he wanted a drink he gave away what he was doing haha. 

Abby is over at the toy box, kind of playing with the toys, but mostly watching Sesame Street on tv. She is starting to walk around furniture a little bit now, and she’s crawling like a baby on a mission. The fun stage of keeping her from hurting herself and keeping her from getting at the dog food/water has started. So far I’ve lost the second battle twice this week, I mean every child should try dog food at least once right? πŸ˜‚

It’s a Sunday morning, Alex is still in bed with a super cuddly Ivy pug, Penny is out here in the living room, looking out the window. It’s fairly quiet, which is nice but unusual. Maybe I’ll get that second cup of coffee, should probably go into the kitchen, not only are there dishes but Abby has made her way into there a lord only knows what she has gotten into. 

Earlier I was watching Ethan and Abby, she already worships the ground he walks on, it’s absolutely adorable, yet slightly heartbreaking when he wants nothing to do with her, for example if she wants to play with the dinosaurs, he doesn’t want her to. The joys of siblings. Earlier Ethan brought me out a pack of yogurts from the fridge so I could give him one and the entire time she watched in amazement like “one day I’m going to be just like my big brother”. 

Having two children under 3 isn’t always easy, but it is certainly rewarding. Parenting is always going to have its good and bad times, and it may seem like it’s getting easier the older they get, but it’s actually getting more difficult. As an infant, they are easy, yes lack of sleep sucks, and if they are colic (like Ethan was) then it sucks a lot, but there was no real teaching, no reprimanding, no feeling bad during a time out, no scraped knees or gashes on their body, and there was certainly no talking back. Ethan’s only 2, I can imagine what I will add to this list by the time he turns 3. Parenting isn’t supposed to be easy, it’s the hardest, yet most rewarding, thing you will ever do. There will be tears, yelling, frustration, and that’s just from you, you’ll get all that and more from your kids as well. 

Well I’m off for today, a poopy diaper is calling my name πŸ˜‚. 

Later taters!

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Might as well talk about relationships πŸ˜˜β€

My whole world in one photo ❀

In high school, I was more made fun of than looked at as a potential girlfriend. At the time, to a high school girl, that sucked. For some reason, being single in highschool meant you would grow up with 30 cats.. well that’s at least how it felt. So like any non popular girl, I tried to figure out how the popular girls had boyfriends.. I wasn’t skinny so that was a big point against me… oh but they wear cool clothes, make up, and they wear thongs.. apparently that was the magic equation, because as far as I could see, intelligence wasn’t high on the guys priority list, and some of them were downright mean so personality to a back seat too.

 Being overweight and trying to wear the same clothes as the tiny girls was… difficult.. let’s just say I have a couple muffin top photos I laught at time to time haha. But thongs… those sucked. Clearly if you like wearing those vagina torture devices than your body is either made for them or you you really don’t mind underwear constantly up your butt, and don’t even get me started on g-strings… why are you even wearing underwear? Might as well go commando. 

Anyways in high school I was in a relationship with my best friend a lot. You know, on again off again high school relationship. And we are still even best friends today, 9 years after high school ended. He is getting married this year, and I could not be happier for him. Since high school he found himself, his amazing fiancΓ©, and he’s recently gone back to school. I am proud of him daily for the man he has become. 

Dating sucks. But thankfully being overweight, many people don’t generally just ask you on a date. Actually since high school I think I only dated 3, maybe 4 people, Outside of those first dates that never got a second haha. Last man, obviously, is my hubby Alex. I admit for the first couple months I tried to impress him, and as anyone who sees me daily now, knows dressing to impress doesn’t happen anymore haha. 

I moved up to live with alex when I finished my diploma (rip diploma, that’s another blog lol). I think it only took me a couple of months to realize I didnt need to do myself up for Alex. The times he saw me in sweats and a huge sweater he loved me just as much as if I was in heels and a tight dress. Thongs? Those never ever came into our relationship, I literally have 2 pairs with tags on them, like some day I’m going to just throw them on hahah. I don’t really remember the last time I wore my hair down, showered every 2 days, or even when a piece of my clothing wasn’t covered in drool or spit up. But he will still come home from work and try to grab my butt, or chase me around trying to tickle me till I can’t breathe I’m laughing so hard. And that’s after 6 years and 2 children. I found my soul mate, and he’s my best friend. I didn’t need a thong or tight revealing clothing to get him, wearing sweat pants, hair always up, and no makeup lol. He makes me happy when I feel like crying, and so angry I could scream at the top of my lungs. But I wouldn’t change a moment.