The Crafts

As Matt mentioned in the comments section of my last blog post I am now sick.  Blah.  And I'm trying to keep up with one very healthy, wild CJ and one mildly ill Kate.  Never a dull moment, eh? 

I'd blog more today but I'm too busy cleaning out buckets of gross.  Both girls are more than a little under the weather.  They are up to their armpits in yuck.  Best get back to the cleaning.  :(

Kate has successfully completed her halogram Disney princess puzzle SO many times. Too many times actually. She has begun putting the puzzle together...upside down. All she can see is white but she fits the pieces together by looking at the shape of the pieces. Get this girl to Cambridge because she is on her way to Harvard. OK...so I'm bias...

If you happened to walk by our house when the windows are open, you'd hear this... "Sit.  Sit, CJ.  Sit down.  Sit!" If you didn't know any better, you'd think we were training a new puppy. But that isn't any puppy we are talking to.  It is our monkey of a climber, Claudia. If only there was such a thing as obedience school for one year olds! Here she is standing on a recliner. Now standing on the couch.  Standing again in yet another chair. And attempting to balance herself in a folding princess chair. Sweetie pie Kate tells CJ to "sit like this."  But that doesn't help. Instead little miss monkey will laugh in your face.  And then give you a wonky eye... Then she'll probably double over in laughter... And finish with a super cute, gotta-love-me grin. That girl! 

When I uploaded the latest pictures from my camera and found this one, I let out a big, happy, relaxing sigh. Isn't she so beautiful. Seeing this photo makes me want to have a gaggle of girls. Fill up our house with dozens of sweet faced, loving,cheery-eyed girls. But they aren't always so adorable...and neither am I, to be honest. Kids are hard.  I don't need to explain that to you.  I think just about everyone who reads my blog has kids. And while the little kid days are tough, I worry about the teenage years to come. Will my girls like me?  Will they think I'm a witch of a mom who they will be embarrassed to be around? Probably. And that makes me want to freeze time so they will never come to the realization that I'm not as awesome as they think I am right now.  But I can't freeze time.  Rats. I wish there was some magical recipe that would tell me how to keep my girls from ever thinking I'm anything but wonderful.  I'd pay thousands of dollar...

I brought back presents for Matt, Kate and CJ from my visit to the Windy City. (Sorry, Dad.  I hope your not disappointed!) One of the many stores we visited was The Hershey's Shop where I bought Matt... The World's Largest Reese's Peanut Butter Cups!!!!! Yah, this sweet treat dwarfs his cell phone....and a Disney princess. Yum, yum, yummy!!

Before I became a mother I thought life with children would be full of giggles, snuggles, and lots of love with a few hard decisions thrown in.  And while it may in fact be that way sometimes, motherhood is more often full of crying (by both child and mother), getting screamed at by your uncontrollable child(ren), constantly saying no and watching in disgust as your child spits in your face.  Yes, it has come to that.  Kate spit in my face today...intentionally, knowingly, and not-so-lovingly spit in my face.  Which made me start to wonder whether or not there is any good that comes from playdates.  The spitting incident happened during a playdate this morning.  Actually most of the terrible behavior occurs during playdates.  Going back to that pre-motherhood dreaminess; I thought playdates would be heavenly.  Kids get new toys and playmates to interact with while moms get to sip drinks and talk about how wonderful life ...