My ABC's
My ABC's
Age: 28
Bed size: Full, isn't that crazy considering Mike is 6'5.
Chore you hate: Putting away laundry. It's terrible. I've been considering a family closet for months.
Dogs: None. If we do ever get one, it'll be huge. I love big dogs, a great dane or a mastiff. The bigger the better.
Essential start of your day: Coffee. I've got a one track mind until I've gotten it.
Favorite color: Brown, but I'm starting to think ...yellow?
Gold or silver: Silver. I've just over the recent past added a few gold things that I love though.
Height: 5'4" That may be stretching it.
Instruments I play (or have played): I know how to read notes for piano. But played or play, ummmm, that would be a white lie stretch.
Job title: Wife, mommy, full-time care giver to two little needy people and one big needy person.
Kids: Two, love 'em like crazy.
Live: Hartland, WI. In 28 days though, that's about to change, Delafield baby, tah-tah Hartland.
Mom's name: Denise
Nickname: Well, I am like a Sybil in this regard. From Mike it's Little One, Boops, or Sweetie. From Eden it's Mommy and from Micah is Mah.
Overnight hospital stays: Just the typical with the kiddos births.
Pet peeve: I have a lot. Mike and I play a pet peeve game actually. Probably a safe one to say it tone, voice tone, it's just gotta be nice or I go through the roof.
Quote from a movie: I really don't have many. I'm not a movie liner type of girl. One that I always quote isn't even from a movie, but a TV show, Curb your Enthusiasm. When Larry David says "pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, ______" You fill in the blank. I know, I know, like I said I'm not a movie liner type.
Right or left handed: Right! The word alone tells you what's all good.
Siblings: Four. Two brothers and one sister, and yes, I'm the youngest.
Time you wake up: It pains me to even write this, 4:45 a.m. ish. It's so painful. Thankfully, I have a crazy wonderful husband who often gets up at six so I can go back to bed for an hour and not feel like the day is over at 8 a.m.
Underwear: What? What in the world am I supposed to write for this. Crazy. People share too much, I'm not that person people.
Vegetables you dislike: Cooked carrots. Eckkk, those are nasty, but I do eat them when I need to be polite.
What makes you run late: Ummm, I'm a mom. The kids of course.
X-rays you've had done: Teeth, wrist, ankle.
Yummy food you make: Ha! You should ask Mike. I think I make good desserts, but as far as food, I'm a failure. Sandwiches, maybe.
Zoo animal: I'm kinda biased. Eden has grown my love for tapirs, but I blame her for my wanting to be different and liking a different animal. I'd have to say the ostrich because it's always mad at the zebra and is making a scene whenever we're at the zoo.
Age: 28
Bed size: Full, isn't that crazy considering Mike is 6'5.
Chore you hate: Putting away laundry. It's terrible. I've been considering a family closet for months.
Dogs: None. If we do ever get one, it'll be huge. I love big dogs, a great dane or a mastiff. The bigger the better.
Essential start of your day: Coffee. I've got a one track mind until I've gotten it.
Favorite color: Brown, but I'm starting to think ...yellow?
Gold or silver: Silver. I've just over the recent past added a few gold things that I love though.
Height: 5'4" That may be stretching it.
Instruments I play (or have played): I know how to read notes for piano. But played or play, ummmm, that would be a white lie stretch.
Job title: Wife, mommy, full-time care giver to two little needy people and one big needy person.
Kids: Two, love 'em like crazy.
Live: Hartland, WI. In 28 days though, that's about to change, Delafield baby, tah-tah Hartland.
Mom's name: Denise
Nickname: Well, I am like a Sybil in this regard. From Mike it's Little One, Boops, or Sweetie. From Eden it's Mommy and from Micah is Mah.
Overnight hospital stays: Just the typical with the kiddos births.
Pet peeve: I have a lot. Mike and I play a pet peeve game actually. Probably a safe one to say it tone, voice tone, it's just gotta be nice or I go through the roof.
Quote from a movie: I really don't have many. I'm not a movie liner type of girl. One that I always quote isn't even from a movie, but a TV show, Curb your Enthusiasm. When Larry David says "pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, ______" You fill in the blank. I know, I know, like I said I'm not a movie liner type.
Right or left handed: Right! The word alone tells you what's all good.
Siblings: Four. Two brothers and one sister, and yes, I'm the youngest.
Time you wake up: It pains me to even write this, 4:45 a.m. ish. It's so painful. Thankfully, I have a crazy wonderful husband who often gets up at six so I can go back to bed for an hour and not feel like the day is over at 8 a.m.
Underwear: What? What in the world am I supposed to write for this. Crazy. People share too much, I'm not that person people.
Vegetables you dislike: Cooked carrots. Eckkk, those are nasty, but I do eat them when I need to be polite.
What makes you run late: Ummm, I'm a mom. The kids of course.
X-rays you've had done: Teeth, wrist, ankle.
Yummy food you make: Ha! You should ask Mike. I think I make good desserts, but as far as food, I'm a failure. Sandwiches, maybe.
Zoo animal: I'm kinda biased. Eden has grown my love for tapirs, but I blame her for my wanting to be different and liking a different animal. I'd have to say the ostrich because it's always mad at the zebra and is making a scene whenever we're at the zoo.
My weekend agenda
Hopefully with Mike home this weekend, I can get some things done: patching holes, touching-up paint, organizing, cleaning out, trips to Goodwill, you name it.
Yesterday though, we took it easy. Eden is sick and I worked pretty hard at getting Micah to sleep (in my arms) to keep his resistance up. I pulled out the camera when Eden was down for a nap and attempted some self timer shots. They didn't turn out too hot, but it was fun.
I was going to do a post on some of my favorite things, but it'll have to wait. For now, here's two of my favorite things. Make that three: Micah, his belly, and my boots.
Yesterday, before and after
Yesterday when I put Micah down for his little morning nap, Eden and I snuggled on our bed. She spread out her treasures, and I think we played with each one of them. She showed me how to purse my lips for her to apply my lip gloss and taught me how to look through a kaleidoscope.
For a minute, I turned my attention to a pile of papers that had accumulated for some time. Fun stuff, not bills or anything of the like. Of course I included her in my perusing which she loved.
First, I found this journal that I think I had ordered back in May. I had high aspirations for this journal, and Mike and I talked about all of the things we wanted to record and remember in it. I opened it up and it was blank.
Then we went through this little photo flip book that's been sitting around forever. It's not a typical photo book as I put quotes, verses, and different thoughts in it. I came upon this page and felt so drenched in the moment with my little girl. Below 'i wish' it says "The sould is healed by being with children--English proverb". I couldn't have summed up what I was feeling better than that in that exact moment.
Eden and decided we should write our first journal entry, together.
It says,
9/28/11 Eden and I are sitting here
on our bed in our condo. We're
listening to Holocene by Bon
Iver and she's been going
through her treasures with
me. Pretend earrings and
pretend projects with lip gloss
being our glue. We just went
through a small photo book
toogether and I cried when I
read the quote. It said "children
heal the soul." Maybe it's the
quote, the music, the memories,
being made right now...maybe
it's her, maybe it's me. This
is what life is about. HERE. NOW.
Ahhh, I want it to soak in
deep.
A day in the life
One day, over our octopus hot dog lunch, Eden, Micah and I discussed our plans for the rest of the day. I threw several options out to them, but for some reason, apple picking it was.
I love little ventures with the kiddos, and pulling Micah off boxes lately is not one of those little ventures that I love (more on the boxes later).
Unfortunately, I couldn't take any pictures of us at the apple tree. I was wearing Micah in my Moby and holding Eden's hand, so yeah, that's why. Eden and I each had a bag, hers was little and mine was big.
Shortly after we got home, Micah decided to enjoy the fruits of our labor. See all the apples in the background, I think he thought they were little balls or something at first.
And yes, they were very sour.
So after we came home (it was just a little jaunt up the street that we walked to) we washed our hands. Eden decided she had to wash her hair in the sink too, along with her hands.
The apples were pure deliciousness as you can see by the little pile of nibbled apples.
A few days later, an apple pie was born. I remember when I used to make homemade desserts all the time, piece of cake. Not so anymore, this mommas got lots to do, but maybe it's the 'piece of cake' line that's the untrue part now.
The pie was delicious, but my favorite part was definitely picking apples with Eden and Micah.
Sarah Lynne and Strawberry Shortcake
I remember like yesterday when Eden was Micah's age. She adored me and pined for me. Now, well, she's growing up. But it feels like so much more than that.
I'm a mom who loves being needed. I love when Micah whines and holds his hands up for me or when he points to me and makes a droning noise, I enjoy it. Eden doesn't do those things anymore. I have to make a point to hold her every day, to cuddle her when she's sad, and sometimes especially lately, I've been snuggling with her in her crib before her naps. We tell secrets and I love gently brushing the hair out of her eyes, usually it's a very tender moment for me as a mom.
Micah's a little bit of a snuggler and loves being held more than anything, though I'm sure one day very soon, I'll be writing a post very similar about him.
See, Eden loves Strawberry Shortcake and Sarah Lynne from the Little People. She's only allowed to watch little movies when she's sick, so her time seeing these characters isn't obsessive. But lately, she wants me to pretend I'm Strawberry Shortcake or Sarah Lynne ALL. THE. TIME. She usually wants me to sing little songs with her, depending on what character I am pretending to be. We have some pretty crazy conversations, and honestly, it drains me.
Today, she wanted me to be Sarah Lynne and I just wanted two minutes of silence. I wanted it, but I gave in to her, I became Sarah Lynne. In my Sarah Lynne voice, I decided to have a conversation with her about "mommy". I asked her why she always wanted mommy to be Sarah Lynne instead of just mommy. Her response, "because Sarah Lynne is so much more fun." I sat back, and I made the best of Sarah Lynne, thankful that she still loves the friendship with her.
I'm a mom who loves being needed. I love when Micah whines and holds his hands up for me or when he points to me and makes a droning noise, I enjoy it. Eden doesn't do those things anymore. I have to make a point to hold her every day, to cuddle her when she's sad, and sometimes especially lately, I've been snuggling with her in her crib before her naps. We tell secrets and I love gently brushing the hair out of her eyes, usually it's a very tender moment for me as a mom.
Micah's a little bit of a snuggler and loves being held more than anything, though I'm sure one day very soon, I'll be writing a post very similar about him.
See, Eden loves Strawberry Shortcake and Sarah Lynne from the Little People. She's only allowed to watch little movies when she's sick, so her time seeing these characters isn't obsessive. But lately, she wants me to pretend I'm Strawberry Shortcake or Sarah Lynne ALL. THE. TIME. She usually wants me to sing little songs with her, depending on what character I am pretending to be. We have some pretty crazy conversations, and honestly, it drains me.
Today, she wanted me to be Sarah Lynne and I just wanted two minutes of silence. I wanted it, but I gave in to her, I became Sarah Lynne. In my Sarah Lynne voice, I decided to have a conversation with her about "mommy". I asked her why she always wanted mommy to be Sarah Lynne instead of just mommy. Her response, "because Sarah Lynne is so much more fun." I sat back, and I made the best of Sarah Lynne, thankful that she still loves the friendship with her.
He'll be after her
Mike and I have been saying for a while that Micah wasn't going to walk well past his first birthday. He must've heard us, and wanted to prove us wrong. Because just this past week, this little guy is all about the walking.
He's not there yet, but he will be soon. And this little girl better get her running shoes on. With all the teasing she brings, I'm thinking he'll be after her in no time.
