Thursday, July 31, 2014

Friday List

It's Monday afternoon Thursday night and I really should be sleeping because both girls are sleeping (!) and I think I got collectively 2 hours of sleep last night, thanks to a super gassy newborn and a toddler having a nightmare. But alas, I'm blogging because my brain is too awake. Trust me, I'll regret this decision at oh... somewhere around 2 a.m. tomorrow morning.

  • I decided to try a mushroom black truffle sauce flatbread from Trader Joe's. My reason? It sounded very grown up and "Ratatouille". Does that sentence even make sense? Anyway, it wasn't that great so I'll stick to my childlike taste buds (aka Bagel Bites).
  • One of the women who brought meals brought trail mix. She said "I figured it must be healthy because it has the dried fruit in it." We laughed. Then I ate all the nuts and chocolate and left the fruit. Does that defeat its purpose? 
  • I've been doing some compulsive list making for our Maui trip. I'm hoping that the stress of packing for a toddler and a newborn will be totally worth it when I'm lying on a beach. 
  • Allie is turning 2 in a few weeks. I said no.
  • I just fell asleep on the keyboard so...

Friday, July 25, 2014

Food for thought Friday

It's Friday.

Allie and Maddie are both sleeping right now. Both. Asleep. At the same time.

What do I do now? I've been tiptoeing around the house so as not to awaken the beasties but every door creaks and I'm so scared that one small sound will awaken one... which will awaken the other. So I decided to write. Even my 100 wpm typing is not too loud to wake these babes.

Friday... it doesn't feel like Friday anymore. I remember many eons ago when I worked in an office Monday through Friday, I loved Fridays. I couldn't wait for them to get here and when they finally did it was a day of celebration. Treat myself to Starbucks. Browse blogs and Pinterest all day while doing the least amount of work possible. Maybe even treat myself to lunch.

But now? There's no Friday. Everyday is a Wednesday. Or something. But there's no weekends. No days off. No coming home and being lazy for the rest of the night. Just babies. Diapers. Feedings. Juice boxes. Chasing down a toddler who's run off with a permanent marker. Rocking a newborn while trying to keep a toddler from emptying her dresser drawer again. Stuffing my face with string cheese and cherry tomatoes every chance I get since real meals don't happen anymore (except for dinners. Maybe.) If it's a good day I'll get to shower AND brush my teeth.

For the most part, this time is a haze. And I hate it. I hate that my sleep-deprived self can't keep up with my precious babies. I hate that it's flying by so quickly that I can't seem to stop and enjoy the moments. Like sitting on Allie's floor reading a book to her because Maddie is napping. Or cuddling with Maddie after feeding her because Allie is napping. Or snuggling with both while also trying to protect Maddie from Allie's over-zealous kisses and hugs. I hate that I get to the end of the day and I feel like I can't remember everything that happened. Every new word Allie is picking up. Every laugh. Every newborn grunt that Maddie makes.

I know this haze is a phase. Ha. I made a rhyme. At any rate, I know it's going to pass by in the blink of an eye and soon both girls will be running around and who knows, maybe there will be a new newborn with a newborn haze phase. I think I've been reading too many Dr. Seuss books.

So as much as I can, I sit and watch Allie play outside in the mud, ignoring the thoughts of "That's gonna be a pain to wash out later". Instead of doing the dishes, I snuggle Maddie because soon she'll be too big and energetic for snuggles. I ignore the pile of laundry to have yet another tea party with Allie.

Not to say that I'll never do housework again, but just to say that I take every opportunity to enjoy my daughters because I know someday they'll be grown ups, managing their own homes. And I definitely won't look back and think "Gee, I wish I had kept up with the laundry more when Allie was growing up..."

Although now that I'm sitting here in the same clothes I wore to bed because I haven't done laundry, I'm thinking that.

Off to tackle that laundry pile. Have a lovely weekend!

Monday, July 21, 2014

Life (or something like it)

I can't believe it's been 2 weeks since I've blogged. Time seriously starts to just fly by the older you get. I mean, Maddie is already 3 weeks old. That's like ancient!

Today was Brian's first day back to work. And for the second time today, everyone is asleep (including Brian who actually got home early). I'm not sure what to think of this since it feels like the eerie calm before the storm. Is this normal? For a toddler and a newborn to sleep at the same time? I'm pretty sure it's not so I thought I'd squeeze in some blogging since it might never happen again.

What to write about... We still don't have a functional kitchen, but since Maddie was born, we've been getting meals delivered from different families at church. It's been so nice because we haven't had very many home-cooked meals in so long. Plus people always bring dessert so I've decided to just ignore that scale for a few more days and eat til my heart's content. I mean, I'm breastfeeding so I have to eat more, right? I'm sure the doctor would say eat more healthy food but blah blah, what does he know.

If you follow me on Instagram, you saw that we installed half of the kitchen backsplash this weekend. Once that's finished, Brian just has to install the sink plumbing and then we'll have our kitchen and I could NOT be more stoked about that. At first it wasn't so bad not having to cook and wash dishes but now I'm sick of Little Caesar's and I'm ready for some real, made-from-scratch lasagna. Ahh who am  I kidding, I could never get sick of Little Caesar's. But I really do miss cooking.

This year is such a whirlwind. In less than 6 weeks we will be jumping on a plane to Maui to visit the in-laws. I've already started my compulsive list-making (and outfit planning, of course). After that we have a trip planned down to So Cal in November for my birthday. I turn the big 3-0 so what better way to celebrate than a trip to Disneyland? I mean, c'mon. Did you really expect anything else? Plus our annual passes expire November 15th so we basically have to go otherwise it's like a crime against... money. Or something.

I'm turning 30. I don't feel like sad or depressed or in denial about it. It's basically just another year. I know for some people it's like a rude awakening. Not sure why though... I mean, it's not like you wake up the morning of your birthday and you're suddenly geriatric. And it's also not like you wake up the morning of your birthday and suddenly are unable to accomplish anything on your bucket list.

So I'm not going to do like a 30 things before 30 or pretend I'm still young and just keep telling people I'm 29 for the next 30 years. I'm going to embrace it. I'm a mom of 2. I'm probably well on my way to wearing mom jeans, having an uncool dated hairstyle, and embarrassing my daughters with my super hip slang words and out of this world dance moves so why not have a little fun with it?

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

A new life in our lives

Ahh life these days. Where do I begin... I'll just start typing and hope my thoughts all make sense. 

Having 2 kids is a piece of cake, said the naive mom 3 days into it. But seriously, I know we'll have our rough days, but I've been able to shower every day AND brush my teeth. And I only forgot to put on deodorant once, which is actually a pretty bad mistake in this 100 degree weather. Plus the house is semi-clean - well, as much as it can be in the midst of a remodel. And no one has starved. Yet. 

My sister went home yesterday and I'm so glad she was able to be here for a week. She got to hang out with Allie, survived staying with her alone one night while we were at the hospital and even squeezed in some time with Maddie. God definitely provided for us by timing Maddie's arrival perfectly! 

Allie LOVES her baby sister. She always wants to hold her and when she does, she sits still for 20 minutes, which is like a miracle. She loves smooching her sis and pointing out her toes and ears and hair. She gets so sad and says "Crying!! Crying!" whenever Maddie starts to cry. She is the best little helper whenever I need to feed or change Maddie. Like she'll throw the diaper away and bring burp cloths and my water to me. And then while I'm feeding she wants to sit right next to me and pat Maddie's head. I use the nursing cover when Brian's brother is around and Allie has to be under the cover with Maddie, it's the cutest thing. 

And me? Well, I'm hanging in there. There's a lot of aches and pains that come with the recovery part of having a baby but I'm so thankful to have a husband who is taking care of me, a toddler, and still working on remodeling the house. At least Maddie makes it easy on him, he gets to hold her whenever she's sleepy or needs to be burped. 

My parents arrive tomorrow so we'll see if I have time to blog because I seriously have so much to catch up on but, you know, newborn snuggles and chatty toddler conversations are sorta my free time these days. And I'm loving it.