Crazytown, population 4.

This fall has been nothing short of insane for my family. No bullshit, no exaggeration, and those of you that have been around me have heard all of it, every last detail. Thank you for being there!
It all started with this grand idea to list our house, cause, you know, the babies need some room to run. Given the market is craptastically slow we figured it would be months before it sold. Offer came in 3 days later. Here we go……………..

Listing a house with two small kiddos is tough, because you have to stage it as though it’s picture perfect at all times. No dried food on the counters, hidden cheerios under the couch, laundry, toys, normal life has to been masked so that no one gets scared away. On that note we’re forever grateful it took no time at all.

So we move into “lets find a new house mode” and it took a minute for me to find one we loved. But what we found, we loved.

Minor kink – the husband decided that it was time to leave his current job. It’s a long, drawn out story that I’d be glad to tell one day but at the end of the day – nothing about his old company is worthy of me even wasting my breath anymore. What’s done is done and I supported him 100%. He did manage a payout, so at the end of the day – he’s a bad ass and thank you old job for the down payment on our new house.

So yes, we decided to move forward with our new house – much more space, great neighborhood, perfect for us.

Oh, and lets not forget in all of this I went back to work. Minor detail.

Oh, and did I mention we have a 4 month old and a two year old.

Birthdays to celebrate, football season to tend to, pumpkin bread to make, all of my normal fall activities were weaved in and out of this tangled to-do list.

We are incredibly blessed, however, because two days after my husband left his job he got an offer from an outstanding company he had been interviewing with. Thank you baby Jesus and everyone else. Literally, blessed beyond measure.

Back to that to-do list:

New school for the kiddos
Pack
Pack more.
Pack.
Schedule move.
Change of address
New utilities
Pack the rest of that crap that never makes it into boxes.
Insert work trip to Nashville mid-move.
Cure 2 year old with ear infection.
Unpack boxes.
Unpack more…
Halloween with friends (so fun, and so needed!)
Trick or treat with kiddos
We have no groceries…
Woops, strep throat. Quick shot in the hip and recovered. Minor hiccup.
Hubs starts new job.
New homeowners bitching about a missing stove top knob that was supposed to be delivered, not here yet…

It’s ENDLESS! It’s life.

But, we are over the hump and I swear I can finally see the dust settling. I can’t wait to be boring again, able to call friends back, play on FB when the kids go to bed, my biggest task at hand is scheduling our ugly sweater Christmas party. My favorite time of year, can’t wait to have my house put together, my kiddos in their xmas pj’s, a fire in the fireplace, and to be home.

Almost there….

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Waiting for T.

I take pictures all the time on my iPhone. Capture, reflect back, move on to the next one. I finally uploaded them to my pc today and it was literally like going back in time to relive so many amazing moments. My actual camera does the same thing but it’s as if I didn’t expect on my phone, like that picture I took was to somehow freeze time, but never going to be hung on a wall somewhere. I should scroll them more often, because in the 378 images I have on there I climb a mountain of memories.

Specifically, our last outing with Brooklyn before her baby brother arrived. We loaded up and went to Build A Bear (amazing freaking idea of a store why couldn’t I have thought of that!!!) and out to lunch. I literally can flash back and be in that day.

Mingo arrived in our family that day. Mingo is her pink flamingo’s name, because you see, Brooklyn didn’t want anything to do with bears, or puppies, she picked out a giant pink bird. Which is exactly why I love that kid.

We went to lunch afterwards and I just remember sitting at the table thinking this might just be our last meal at a restaurant as a family of 3.

And I was right.

Later that week, this happened.

TWO.

Dear Brooklyn,

You turned two over a month ago, this letter is long overdue. Blame your little brother, work, or your father for anything related to the delay in writing you this.

In the blink of an eye, literally, you have grown up. You speak in full sentences and you know exactly what you want. If you want juice you simply find your cup, go to the refrigerator, open it up, move a wine bottle or milk out of the way, and grab the juice. You then proceed to walk over to me and say ‘open mama, taaaaank you mama.’And then you pitter-patter away to your next adventure.

Speaking of adventures – you are having many of them. You love to sing, dance, play in the dirt, wash Daddy’s car, play with Barbies, play tea party with mimi or mama, “cook” with mommy in the kitchen, feed baby Ty, swim in your bathtub, play trains, paint pictures, rock and put your babies to bed (sometimes in timeout), pretend to be an animal and sometimes even a dinosaur, play princesses, dress up, put on makeup (chapstick)…your little imagination is always on. I cherish it. I want to snatch you up and freeze time as watching you grow is nothing short of amazing. I tear up a lot when no one is looking as I realize the moments I am having with you are some of the best times of my life.

You are VERY dramatic these days, “I stuck mommy” (while under a throw pillow), “WHOA, I fall down” (on purpose), “It’s slippppery mommy” (you just have socks on), “Oh no, wah are we gonna doooo.” (I have no idea what you are even talking about with that one), “Oh MY GOSH!!!!” (again, most of the time have no idea what you are referring to), “Is to heaby mommy” (It’s just your blanket B, you can lift it), and my favorite “WE HAVE TO GET OUTTA HERE!” (as you run from something that I clearly cannot see). My little damsil in distress, how you melt my heart.

You’re not off the hook though Miss B. You are starting to show your Daddy and I all of the traits that make up who you are. You’re persistent, creative, competitive, demanding, and can be quite the diva – full of attitude. Remind me when you’re older to tell you about the MELTDOWN you had in Central Park while in NYC. That was a fun one. So much so that a cop stopped your father and asked him if that was his child since you were screaming so hard for mommy. That was either before or after you hit your dad in the face. He can tell you about that one too. 🙂

“Terrible-two’s” aside you are the most remarkably loving little girl, intelligent and observant beyond your years. You make us laugh so hard we cry, and you bring an energy into any room that makes everyone light up. Your mimi, papa, grandpa, and nana love you. Your uncles are already scheming on how they will be protecting you as you grow, and your little brother looks at you with eyes of adoration.

You are my B, my B-sker, my angel, my Brooklyn. I love you more than any mommy could ever explain to the world. Happy belated birthday my love.

The Mama.

1st day of school…

BOTH of my kiddos started school today. What does that mean? It means I’m back at work. I say school instead of daycare because it makes me feel better. Where they go is a great place, awesome teachers, awesome curriculums – rules like, no baby in cribs unless they are sleeping no TV’s, etc…it’s a good place. But it’s not home, and I’m not with them.

I have a great job at a thriving company so I honestly cannot complain at all. It’s just that staying in our pj’s until Ellen was over every morning with a hot cup of coffee and my beautiful babies by my side was amazing. Planning dinners, keeping up with laundry, seeing friends for lunch, rainy days where we baked cookies, played barbies, painted, and watched too much TV….all so incredibly wonderful memories. I cherished my time home this second time around more than ever, knowing it would go by so fast and also knowing it would be my last (while they are babies, at least). I had days where I screamed into a pillow when schedules just didn’t stick and melt downs occured. Thankfully my husband was there to pick up the pieces when he got home and get us all back on track. I don’t really remember those days near as much as all of the fantastic moments I had just being a full time mommy.

I’ve always struggled with this since having kids, as I’m sure most moms do. I don’t believe I’m destined to permanently stay home with the kids, but I do think that maybe through a year old would be absolutely ideal. At this very moment that option just doesn’t exist for me and I have to do what is best for my family in the long run. I’m 100% not trying to be all ‘woe is me’ here as there are hundreds of thousands of moms out there doing this everyday too. And, I do like working. Harder for me to see that at this exact moment because this is literally day 1 back, but I know I like the intensity, the challenge, and the financial reward that goes with having a career.

All things in time always work themselves out. Emotions will calm down, schedules and routines will exist and I’ll still love on my babies every single day as much as possible. The 1st day of school was just tough for me, period.

Capturing.

I’ve been wanting to write a blog post FOREVER. I’ve been wanting to read blog posts FOREVER. I simply just have not done it. I REALLY want to get back on the bandwagon of posting regularly because I feel like I have so much to share with all 29 of you! This might go down in history as maybe one of the longest blog posts ever so pour a cup of coffee and get comfortable.

I’ve been home since the Friday before Ty was born. He was born on Wednesday, June 16th, and I literally thought I would write daily about the adventures of having two babies, summertime, birthday celebrations, graduations and trips. It’s September 14th and all of those things have happened, memories in mind and not on paper. I have to go back to work on the 27th and I simply can’t believe it. To many it may feel like I’ve been on “vacation” (as the young, ignorant boys call it) but to me I literally feel like we just got home with him. He’s growing like crazy, and has changed so much in the short 13 weeks he’s been here. He smiles and giggles almost every time you look at him. He sleeps from about 8:00 p.m. until 4:00/5:00 a.m., and gives us no fight when going to bed.

I keep waiting for that to change because it’s a little too blissful. He’s the littlest G and we are so grateful. Thinking about handing him over to someone else for 40+ hours a week makes me cringe.

Moving on from that topic now to avoid one of those start crying feel sorry for myself sessions. The summer was so much fun for us. BBQ’s with friends, my birthday (DIRTY THIRTY!!!), a trip up to NYC to see family and spend a few days in the city. Our kiddos did great with all of the travel, we spent some time on Long Beach, Brooklyn, then in Manhattan. They rode on airplanes, taxis, cars, subways and were our little traveling soldiers. The oldest of the two had a MAJOR MELTDOWN in Central Park, worst in the history of her life, but that wasn’t anything a few cold beers didn’t fix for Dom and I when we got back to the hotel. She crashed for about 3 1/2 hours that day so clearly we over did it.

On the beach in Long Island
Brooklyn brownstone Dom grew up in
At FAO Schwartz
Both kids passed out in Central Park….heaven.
Ty hanging with Daddy walking the streets

My birthday party was a huge success. To me, at least. Boat on the lake. Kid free for two days. A ridiculous amount of BOOZE. Best friends. Hot sun. Good music. Awesome memories. The hubs worked his ass off to make it all happen, I am a lucky girl to have that man. He makes sure I always know I’m loved.

More important than my birthday was my baby girls 2nd birthday! We had cake at her school, balloons, dinner with our family and a never ending pile of presents for her to rip into. She pretty much has a full vocabulary at this point, does most things ‘ALL BY MYSELF MOMMY!!!!”, is an amazing big sister, and
literally changes every day. I look at her now and know that time won’t stop, it speeds up. I love that girl more than life. 

It’s the changing of seasons I suppose, although to me with this never ending heat wave it still feels like we should all be poolside. But, football games in the background are becoming an all too familiar sound. School has started for everyone, you can just feel the winds of change. Bittersweet for me as it means I’m about to close my final chapter of pregnancies, babies, and mommy time home. For now. Never know what the future holds right? And no, that doesn’t mean more babies.

I am going to try, try hard, to blog more. My world around is so fast moving these days that I feel like if I don’t force myself to capture some of this on paper I’ll forget it all.

Hug your babies.

It’s been one year since my sweet baby cousin was taken from this earth at just 3 years old.

Gone, in an instant.

Since that day, that phone call, that funeral I have thought of her at least once every single day. She is a constant reminder to me that life is short, it’s precious, and it needs to be LIVED. I find myself getting frustrated with my almost 2 year old who is rolling around in the aisle at Target, SCREAMING, because she wanted two big girl backpacks instead of one. Or, my 9 week old who still has no real schedule to speak of because the kid eats and eats and eats and my control freak type A personality is getting thrown a curve ball. Before I even have the chance to truly lose my patience my mind always goes to my Aunt and Uncle who would give anything in the world to have these ‘frustrations’. They don’t have them anymore, just toys on a shelf, little red boots, and books that don’t get read.

It’s important that we hug our babies every single day. We will be tired, overwhelmed, and in need of an adult beverage now and then but we have been given a life that is blessed beyond measure.

Live it. Love it. Cherish it.

Thank you Lena for reminding me every day to do just that. We miss you.

All good things.

Mad Men started yesterday.

Dom and I had a date Saturday night and THEN met friends for drinks. I had my first hangover since being knocked up a million weeks ago.

Milkscreen strips. If you don’t know what they are look them up, or watch Kourtney and Khloe. They allow for a mom’s night out occasionally if you are breastfeeding.

I took a bubble bath yesterday.

I bought Eat, Pray, Love today.

I also bought Bethenny Frankel’s two books – I’m going to unleash the Skinnygirl, as she says.

I watched Food, Inc. last night. If you haven’t watched this you must. As a result Ty and I spent over 2 hours at the Farmers Market today tying to buy all organic and natural. This shit is hard.

My 30th bday party is booked – houseboat on the lake with my best friends. The title of my Evite is “Go Shorty, it’s your birthday…” – because what 30 year old mother of two isn’t still listening to 50 cent. “We gonna party like it’s your birthday…”

We’re booked for NYC August 25th – going to see Dom’s family and spend a few nights in the city. I simply cannot wait as I consider NYC my home away from home. We are booked to stay right by the park so we’ll be spending a lot of our time with the kiddos there.

Brooklyn suprises me every day. New words, new sentences, new behaviors. I love her more than life and will never get tired of saying that.

Ty is getting SO big. This Wednesday he’ll be 6 weeks old (uh – what!) and he’s aleady grown over an inch and gained 1.5 lbs. He eats. And eats. Love his little face, tiny fingers, and tiny toes. We’ve seen a few smiles too, I’m hooked.

Life is good today.

Our new normal

I’m tired. I’m not going to lie. And what the hell is up with all of the paid programming that comes on after about 2:00 a.m. Who decided that those of us with newborns or sleep disorders want to watch countless hours of exercise equipment or hair growth programming? Thank goodness for my DVR – I can catch up on Toddlers & Tiara’s, Boston MED, or the new season of Real World. I have to get out of bed and go in the living room when I feed Ty, otherwise we wake up Dom and then he’s up the rest of the night. So far Ty has been doing great, giving me about 3 – 4 hours of sleep without interuption – I get about 6 – 7 hours of sleep total which I would consider fantastic. Even though I’m staring at my television at 2:30 a.m. and would love to be all curled up in my nice, soft comforter I stare at my little guy and cherish the moment. Tired and all I know this will pass quickly, as I watch my almost two year old dump out an entire bag of animal crackers as I sit here and type this.

Our new normal is starting to come together – Dom takes Brooklyn to school M-W-F, then she’s home with me on Tuesday and Thursdays. We fill our Tuesdays and Thursdays with PJ’s all morning, playing upstairs in her room, painting, doing *stickers*, taking care of Baby Ty. After her nap I try to find something else to do that allows her to get outside, although the rain today will make that somewhat difficult. We may curl up on the couch and watch Jungle Book or Nemo for the 134th time. I’ve had to let go a bit of my obsessive need to keep our house clean as I’ve learned quickly that dried cheerios on your favorite rug are the new normal, and a few dishes in the sink don’t hurt anything. Dom reminds me that we do ‘live’ here, so let it be for awhile. I have felt a bit overwhelmed when Brooklyn is screaming for something and Ty is too – those are moments I just take a deep breath in, smile, and give myself a pat on the back for being able to shower and put on makeup that day.