My sweet angel…you are two months today. You are perfect. You Smile! You are a mom’s girl. I am sure that will change soon enough, so for now I will relish every minute. You have the heart of every male in this family. The boys are always asking “why you are so beautiful”. Dad and I just claim that we make beautiful babies. They all want to hold you or feed you and basically get in your face every second of the day. It’s hard to hold them back because I love their excitement, but at the same time, I do like when you actually sleep! My only request would be a full night’s sleep or some real time in your bassinet. But really, I can’t complain because we are so grateful for you. You complete our family and not because you are a girl. I can’t explain it, but you are the perfect fit for us, like we had been waiting for you all along. I love you dearly, little girl.

The start of my day…Eggs in the shape of a heart.

And the end of my day.

Despite the CBs below, our day was nice. Squirt’s nasal surgery went well, supposedly we’re/he’s fine, but we will see in about two years. Lance surprised me with breakfast in bed. I stopped by Pete’s for filet for dinner. Glad to celebrate US. Thanks, Hallmark.

Pissed because they were kicked out of the dining room.

For Today…February 13, 2011

Outside my window…the weather is beautiful. It was so nice today. This afternoon we played outside just because we could. Finally.

I am wearing…black yoga pants and a shirt I plan to donate really soon. It’s featured in the pictures below and I had no idea how unflattering it really is! Also, my Grinch slippers. I think these slippers reflect my mood this past week. Hopefully, my heart will change like the Grinch’s did soon.

I am listening to…Cracker.

I am praying…a million Hail Marys. This week has been the hardest as far as parenting goes in a while. I am so tired of saying “tomorrow is another day.” I just want today to be the day that I’m a great parent.

I’m also praying…for Squirt’s surgery tomorrow. It will hopefully be quick and with an easy recovery, esp since he has work to finish tomorrow night.

I am pondering…the idea of joy and how it relates to my life. I think I have it figured out and how to keep it coming.

From the kitchen…tomorrow we’ll have filet and fingerling potatoes with fresh green beans. The rest of the week will be healthy so I can reach my goal. We have a wedding, the Old 97’s, (hopefully) a listener event, and Paul and Brian within the next month. So a healthy diet is in order.

To be fit and happy…OMG. While I was gone they changed the spin class and now we watch our RPM’s and stuff and I’m ready to DIE. It is killing me and older women are flying and I’m ready to leave the class. I swear, spin was easier 9 months pregnant!! I am hoping spin shoes will make me ride faster, but that is probably wishful thinking! Regardless, I love being back at the gym.

I am reading…Small Steps for Catholic Moms. It’s perfect for me as the steps I take as a mom are so very small these days. I finished The Hunger Games series. LOVED IT. Shea, you need to read this now and give it to Will in a year or so.

From the learning rooms…we are SLOWING down quite a bit. The Baby Hulk and I are having some problems lately. I have found that as I’ve backed off, I catch him reading on his own. We’re on N week, for the second week in a row, and talking Nutrition. Very, very limited work.

One of my favorite things…reading with Goose. I can’t explain how much I love this. Just sitting on the couch together and reading whatever is around the house.



I am hoping…that this week is a good one. I need a good week, for confidence, to know that I really am a good parent.

I am thankful…Marivi is back home! She’s been on vacation for a week, out of the country and we haven’t talked at all.

A few plans for the week…celebrate Valentine’s Day, swim lessons, a visit to Forbidden Gardens, relax and watch some documentaries with my hubby!

A picture thought or two…



Baby Z is starting to smile! I commented how she doesn’t spit up at all, and then today she had reflux and the cute picture of her smiling shows a big wet spot. Nice. But she was smiling so I had to post it. I posted the second picture so Chelsea and Stacy could see how awesome her dress really is since the first shot didn’t show that. And lastly, there she is looking at daddy!

This afternoon was not a great one. I sent Lance to College Station to attend a football clinic for the afternoon thinking it wouldn’t be a big deal. He was only going to listen to one speaker. I just failed to account for his drive time. No biggie though, I figured they would nap, we’d make a Valentine’s project, watch a short movie about St. Bernadette and have dinner.

You could safely say that I was more than annoyed by bedtime.

And the boys knew it. It took every effort to say prayers and give kisses and tell them I love them. And that I expected more tomorrow. As I closed the door, I promised myself tomorrow would be better. I would do better.

Less than ten minutes later, Goose was in my room bawling. Earlier when No David was turning the television on and off (one of his new moves), Goose had seen something that scared him.

Here was my chance, and thank God, I didn’t miss it. Thank God I was a mom instead of a drill sergeant. Hearing my reaction to Goose was enough to bring the Baby Hulk into the room. He decided that he was scared too. Then No David climbed out of his crib, telling us he was scared and wanted to snuggle. How could I turn that down?

Before you plan a date night with your husband, make sure you fit into something besides yoga pants and a “I’m a pepper” t-shirt.

I am seriously bummed, eight weeks in and I can’t fit into a thing. I plan to lose the rest of the baby weight, so I really have no desire to buy something new. But since it’s winter, I need jeans and such. I have been wearing the same black preg pants since Baby Z arrived.

The sad thing is that I thought I was looking decent, but now I know how far I really need to go. And while I’m not one of those self-loathing women who hate themselves because they get fat, I am one of those women who likes to be thin. With my boobs, I have to be a small size to look small. Simple fact of life.

So off we go, Lance looking hip, me looking like I’m still pregnant.

I was super excited to be invited to post an entry on any show not covered over at ApeDonkey. They do reviews of every great show, some I don’t have the time to watch. The blog is awesome, and I’m constantly checking for updates.

Here’s the problem, nobody needs a review of 90210. And I’m not talking about the “New” 90210. I’m talking Brenda, Dylan and Kelly, Donna Martin graduates and David Silver’s dance moves.

This morning I woke up to a sleeping baby! She was so sound and peaceful, and I realized she hadn’t had her 5 am feeding. I was ready to celebrate because this would mean that we were on our way towards getting some sleep. Then I looked for her bottle and it was nowhere to be found. I prayed I had just forgotten to get it out of the fridge at 3ish, but knew my prayers wouldn’t work in this case. Nope, Lance had fed her. It was so nice to have that extra sleep, but at the same time a cruel joke for me to think we would soon return to a normal life.

I’ve been worried about No David’s eating habits for a while now. The kid eats nonstop. He wakes up asking for a waffle and wants a snack as soon as he walks through the door. Before the baby was born, it was easy to delay the snack because we were at the gym five days a week. But since I couldn’t take the baby to the gym until she was six weeks old, we were coming home before 8:30 and No David would walk to the fridge or pantry asking for a snack. Sometimes, he wanted lunch.

I had the best surprise on Friday: No David decided he was ready to be potty trained. I was pretty excited as I’ve never had a kid who decided on his own to potty train. And I’ll admit I’m pretty lazy about the whole thing, waiting until the boys turn three before starting. While I don’t like changing diapers, I don’t mind it like some do. When people talked about having two in diapers, it didn’t matter to me.

Essentially the same picture, but I had to put both because you can see the little hat better in the second one, but my mom liked the first picture better. Stacy has bought tons of stuff for Baby Z, this being the first outfit for her. We’ve been dying to see her in it, and now it fits perfectly. Within a weeks time Baby Z has grown so much. She is filling out and looking more human and girlish than alien and old man.

She is even starting to smile at me!