Wednesday, August 27, 2008

First Day(s) of School.

First day(s) of school was a doozy (I had three of them this year). I wasn't really anticipating feeling so abandoned and I'm still scratching my head, trying to figure out why. I mean, I should be jumping for joy, skipping and frolicking around the neighborhood with all the other school mommy's right?
All summer long I had been looking forward to the kids going back to getting back into a routine and to having a little time to myself. I was excited to have just one at home...ahh, the run errands without feeling like I was herding sheep.
But, I have been very sad, and very nostalgic this go around.
Watching Carter hop out of the car and run off to join his buddies hurt my heart. I can't believe how old and big he's getting. It seems like just yesterday he was cuddled up against me on the couch watching T.V. and now he's asking about cell phones and I-pods.
And Quinn...she's in the third grade now and eight years old (and almost recently's a sore subject...I can't let it go).
And then, sending my little Avers off to Kindi-garten about gave me a coronary. She's very bright and easily prone to boredom, so I thought surely both she and I would be ready for school. I was excited for her. She'd been acting like she couldn't least up until a few days before the big day. But then a she had to go and get all sentimental on me, saying things like, "mom, I'm gonna miss you" and "mom, three hours is a long time to be away", and "will you miss me too"? My predicted response should have gone something like, "frankly luv, no, no I am not going to miss you because three hours is barely enough time for me to get showered and dressed, let alone accomplish anything else."
Then she would most likely cry at my bluntness, and I'd try to soothe her by saying "just kidding honey"...even though I wasn't, "I am going to miss you too, but three hours will whiz by sooooo fast"...too fast if you ask me.
But, instead, I found myself responding much the same as Avery..."Yes, sis, I am going to miss you", "will you miss me too", "three hours seems like a long time, but don't worry, you'll be having so much fun, it will fly by"...then you'll be back home, safe, with me.
I'm not sure what has gotten into me. I am sentimental about pretty much everything nowadays. I think I am just realizing that my babies are growing up...and so am I. I am having a hard time accepting that.
Can I really be turning thirty-two? Have I really been married for almost a decade and a half? Is that really a crow's foot in the corner of my eye?
I used to huff and puff at all the kiddie toys strewn about the house, but now I find myself not wanting to put them away for fear they may never make an appearance again.
When I first began the journey that is motherhood, I remember people telling me "enjoy them, they grow up fast". Then, once their back was turned I'd roll my eyes at them. Now, I totally know what they were saying. And, I should have listened to that advice a little better.
I should have spent less time trying to hurry my babies along when they wanted to turn every gumball machine dial at the grocery store. I should have spent less time telling them to clean up their toys and more time watching them as they took in every new experience. I should have held on to them a little longer before making them get back in to their big boy/big girl bed. Crap, why can't there be a rewind button for those of us who are a little slow.
I can only hope that my hastiness hasn't permanently damaged my little babies. Hopefully, they won't come back when they are older and tell me how robbed they feel of their childhood because "someone" was always in a hurry, or making them clean up, or whatever else. Hopefully, I can make up for that lost time now, by showing my kids how much I love them and how much I want them to be just kids.
Well, I've reminisced enough. You know, this is way cheaper than a shrink, so thanks for listening, err, reading.
I'm off to have a slumber party with my lovies.

See what I mean. The kid all but jumped out of the moving car so he could go "hang" with his "homies". I'm lucky I even got one picture.

Hey wait, come back. Please...sob, sob.

Avers (lookin' a little anxious) and dad.

Avers and mom...(keep it together gurl, don't make mama cry in public).

Smiling...that's always a good sign. I take it the first day went okay.

Quinny, dad and Beckham. Not an ounce of trepidation.

All I can say is sorry...for the unflattering shirt, and the muffin boobies.

Ahh, he does has next.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Too too cute tutu's.

Here are some pics of the girls' tutu's. I love how ridiculously full and fluffy they are.

Avery's black cat tutu (front).


Quinn's leopard tutu (front).


Thursday, August 21, 2008

Here comes Halloween!

Those of you who know me, know how much I love fall. Quite frankly, I'm a little late in the game this year. I usually start decorating for autumn July 25th. The past few weeks have been a little busy...refer to previous I haven't had time to "trim" the home til now.
Anyway, today, in all my fall/halloween/harvest time giddiness I completed three costumes...a spider, a cheetah and a black cat.
My PIC's (partners in crime...Karissa and Jen...aka sassy mama and hottie tottie) are just as excited as I for the upcoming holiday it appears. This morning we all went to Wally's and bought boat loads of tulle to make tutu's for our girlies. Except for a slightly achey back and the occasional twinge of pain in my metacarpals (from all of the tulle cutting) I had a great time today making tutu's for the girl's costumes. I shall post pics soon.
I really must have gotten caught up in all the Halloween excitement because last night I bought four costumes. And then today I purchased ten, pumpkin soup bowls, a large pumpkin soup tourine, and a pumpkin pie plate.
Mum's the word on this most recent purchase. I have been forbidden by the ol' man from buying anymore dishes. A little tip...if you leave your unfavorable purchases in the trunk of the car or at a PIC's house for a week or two, then you don't have to blatantly lie when the ol' man asks, for example, if those pumpkin bowls are new. I can confidently look him in the eye and say, "actually, no babe, I've had them for a while...but thanks for noticing". Buhlieve me when I say this tip's a life saver.
I know it's a little early for some of you...but, HAPPY HALLOWEENIE, anyway.

Monday, August 4, 2008


Wow!. I feel a little like the prodigal daughter returning the fold. I am a little embarrassed and a lot sorry for my sudden and unpardonable departure.
Much has happened since my last post. I started and finished Breaking Dawn, "almost" baptized my second born, had a little "preggers" scare (TMI, I know...something about blogging just brings it out of me), sent my third born off to school, watched a boat load of reality TV, started soccer and dance, bought tickets to the Weezer concert, wrote a talk for Sacrament meeting, visited my best friend from high school (gurl you crack me was so much fun to see you, your mom and your three little monkeys...oh and I hope you had a great bday), started making Halloween costumes for the kiddies and started decorating my house for said holiday (remember, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all...I love Halloween and figured since all the stores have started putting out Halloween decorations,so should, stop rolling your eyes).
That's all for now.