Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Having Three...

A lot of people ask me what it's like to have three kids...

And since I never have much time, I usually resort to... "It's crazy."

But since they are all asleep, and I lack the ability to sleep... here I am, with time on my hands and thoughts on my mind.

Having three... that are close in age... is like a constant balancing act.

There is always, ALWAYS something going on... and always someone that needs my attention.

Two weeks ago we hit the Doctor two different times for two different kids, the ER for one... had a screaming match with another over a coat, which ended in him slamming the door into the wall and breaking the dry wall.....

Another threw a fit in the front of school when I picked her up, another got two teeth, I got my hair done while all three kids sat in the salon and waited for me, Husband traveled to VA for three days... another peed in both bunk beds in one night, another had a COMPLETE melt down at the park and ran clear across the parking lot... alone...

And to top it all off I SWALLOWED A TOOTHBRUSH BRISTLE and had to go to the walk in.

Oh yes I did have to say that to the receptionist.

For real... I could not make this shit up if I tried.

I used to spend my evenings blogging about my days, but now I spend them either passed out by 8 pm, doing laundry, working for my dad's business, or cleaning... all while sitting next to my husband, who I'm sure would love some of my time too.

Three kids is hard work... it is way more than two... especially if you have real life kids like we do.

Not those kids that don't make messes, don't play with toys and have nine million rules.

We have rules but we have a real life home too... we let them play and live.

I am grateful every single second of every single long day of my life for my babies... because I know that there are people out there doing everything in their power to get pregnant, stay pregnant, have babies... you name it.

I don't take one inch of this life for granted... but I am only human and get frustrated when I pick up spilled juice and crunched cheez-it's fifty times a day.

When I had only one baby, I was a lot easier to push around... I was a lot more impressionable and let a lot of people give me their input on my parenting style.

Even people with no kids.

Since then I have removed those people from my life and I have to say that as crazy as life is with three... I like MYSELF as a WOMAN and a MOTHER so much more.

I am more confident in my decisions, I don't let people tell me how to do things and I don't care what people think about the way I do things.

Having a third child taught me to be proud of myself and more understanding with myself.

To forgive myself for bad days, and to be proud of myself for the great ones.

Having a third child taught me that this shit is no joke... it is hard work!

I respect myself as a woman and as a mother 100 times more because having that third kid is like the next level... and I like to think that I am doing a pretty good job holding everything together.

These are life lessons that girls can not understand... you need to be a woman to understand that you are enough and are doing enough at every corner and turn.

So for all the times that I don't do things exactly right... I know that within the four walls of my home, there are three little people that thing I am doing things absolutely perfect.

And that's what having three has taught me...

How to be a better, more understanding, less judgemental person...

One that doesn't care how you're parenting, as long as you are doing just that... parenting.

One that doesn't care as much about the little things... because the little things will always be little things...

But little people... won't.

The difference between two and three is that you will be tested, how far can one human stretch to keep all the other humans happy...

With two there is extra hours in the day...

With three, at least right now, at this point in our lives... there are no extra minutes, let alone hours...

And because I know that in a few short years they will all be in school full time, and the house will suddenly be quiet and no one will need more from 8-3...

I am loving this crazy life... and I'm savoring every last squishy, smelly, messy minute of it.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

First Day of Pre-School

Waaay back three weeks ago, my baby girl started Pre-School.

In true Girlfriend style, she was covered head to toe in some sort of non-contagious Poison something or other...

Which means she was covered in steroid cream for her first day of school.

She was super, duper adorable about the whole thing... she woke up like it was Christmas morning and was just over the moon excited and ready to go, go, go!!!

I took her to the store and she picked out her own outfit for the big day and she just absolutely looked like such a little jelly bean I couldn't even handle her.

I love that she has her own opinions and her own quirky little style.

I hope she stays this way forever.

As soon as we got to school she hopped out of the car and said, "Welp! I'm off!"

And I'm like waiit... what... more pictures and hugs and kisses!!

She literally ran up the steps and was like..."Don't cry! You still have one more kid at home!"

I'm like gee... way to be compassionate.

Even though my doll had the most wonderful first day and came home saying, "I just want to pick up my school and hold it in my hands and squeeze it forever!!!" ... by 2 pm she had a fever of 102.

Her body was fighting off whatever was infecting her and we were scared because she was shivering and sweating at the same time.

Here she is in the car on the way home from the first day of school.... trying like Hell to rally, but just look at those feverish eyes and those crazy hives. Yikes.

A few doses of an oral Steroid (which turned her into the Devil fyi) for six days and she was back in action.

I was really sad and did cry a little after I dropped Girlfriend off at school, but the truth is, this time was different.

 It wasn't like when I dropped Boyfriend off at Pre-school for 100 reasons.

This is my third year in this school, so I know the teacher, the curriculum, and the in's and out's of the program.

That alone made me feel calmer.

Girlfriend has been in and out of that school since she was 13 months old, so her comfort level set the tone for mine... and for that I am so grateful, because it was HARD to leave my baby girl at school.

But she was SO ready.

I missed the crap out of her that first day, and truthfully, I miss her, and Boyfriend EVERY time they go to school.

I'm not at the point yet where school brings out the happy dance in me.

But... I am thrilled that Girlfriend loves school so much and loves her friends, teachers, classroom... every last bit of it.

She just loves to learn and sing and read... she 100% gets that from me.

So even though I'm sad without her around... I am so happy for her that she found something that she loves so much...

On her own...

Without her brothers.

My Girl is always going along for the ride with her brothers... but Pre-school is something just for her, and even though I miss her so much when she's gone...

I am so happy for my independent little beauty.

She embraced that first day of school, and every day since... with an open mind and an open heart.

She is just so excited to have her own friends and her own school... she is ready and eager to take on everything they throw at her... and I couldn't be prouder.

Today Pre-school, tomorrow the world.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Seven Months...

Okay, my baby is officially over the hill... and headed towards his first birthday.

Cue the sobbing.

I just. cant. even. handle. it.

Boyfriend overheard me whispering to Boo that he cant ever grow up the other day and then he was all:

"Mom. Kids grow up. It's apart of life."

Well la de dah... what the heck are they teaching kids now?! In this house the baby will stay a baby!!

Our youngest is holding strong as the happiest baby ever... I have only heard him cry one single time really, really hard.

It was this past month when he was over tired and had a tooth coming in... we were making the hour trek home from my parent's house and I ended up leaning over his car seat to nurse him.

His teeth are taking their sweet time to come in and he is still only rocking two bottom ones... but I'm not rushing anything! Stay little!!

Boo loves to snuggle in bed with the big kids and myself in the mornings... he is usually nursing when they come bounding in and wake him up.

It doesn't matter what time of day it is, he is always thrilled to be near his siblings... they just love the crap outta that little guy.

Girlfriend has got her Mama's genes for sure because she insists on daily photos of her and Boo together... it's pretty freaking adorable how much she loves him.

He is still exclusively breastfed... he had a bottle of pumped milk once in June and once in August, both times while we were at a wedding.

He just recently had his first bottle ever with a little water in it.

The only way to describe his shear happiness over being handed a bottle is to say imagine someone handed you one. million. dollars.

That is his face.

He is just freaking thrilled about the luxury of being able to suck down water out of a bottle and not having to work for it.

Let's see what else... 

My doll is a feet clapper, he just claps those fatty feet together all day long.

You know what else he does??

Mushes his lips together and goes, "Mmmmmmm" when he wants to nurse... ugh, I cant with this kid... the cuteness just slays me.

I know, I'm biased, but still.

He is just so sweet.

Boo goes freaking nuts when Boyfriend's bus comes around the corner every morning... he's all flaily legs and arms.

The bus driver just freaking loves him. He is a ray of sunshine, all the time.

I just wish wish wish I could be more like that. Just be happy every minute.

Boo also does that thing when babies slap their hands up and down... but I call him my little Drummer Boy because he slaps them one at a time, not together.

He is always bop, bop, bopping something like a little drummer dude.

My Doll isn't much for food ... he prefers to nurse rather than eat ironically.

Maybe I haven't been feeding him the right stuff?? I'm not sure but he just isn't super into it.

He does like apples and bananas, but the rest of it he could pretty much take of leave.

He is obsessed with his jumper that hangs in the doorway, his brother and his sister and the cat.

You would think the cat was a UFO the way he stares at it... for lack of better wording, he is pretty much like... what da haill???

Now that Girlfriend is in Pre-School four hours a week, I suddenly have 240 minutes to myself with my teeny little guy and I have to say... we are really loving it!

I feel guilty saying that but it is the first and only time he has had me to himself since he was born... and it is so nice to be near a happy little gum drop that just wants to snuggle.

I just wish I could keep him this small forever.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

He Said...

Last night, I told the kids the most innocent story of all time... and of course, they found a way to turn it into something ridiculous.


Me: Did you guys know that I used to walk to school in a walker line??
Boyfriend: You did?!
Me: Yup, I walked down the street to school everyday when I was little.


Him: Hey Mom, can you tell us that story again about when you were a street walker??

Monday, September 1, 2014

The First Day Of Kindergarten!!

Welp, we all survived.

I gave him fifty hugs and kisses, and up onto the bus he went.

I cried a bit as it drove away, and so did my little Girlfriend.

I guess it's a thing here to meet the bus at school and take pictures... and so of course, that's what I did.

First off, I was holding my camera, my cell phone, and the video camera... plus pushing a stroller and holding Girlfriend's hand... plus crying... so it was a shit show.

I pulled myself together in time to catch Boyfriend get off the bus... of course, I could not aim all of my gadgets and instead got a picture of someone else standing in front of Boyfriend getting off the bus ...butttt what are you gonna do?

I'm super happy that I went because he was of course not paying attention and missed the grown up walking the kindergartners into school.

I was thrilled to have one more job that day and be needed... I happily pointed him in the right direction, and gave him fifty more kisses and off he went.

The little detour to take pictures at school was just what I needed... it gave me something to focus on instead of crying.

He had an amazing first day and to be honest hasn't said too much about school except that he loves it and cant wait to go back.

He talks a lot about P.E. and a particular pretty girl in his class, so... he's a typical boy.

Days One and Two I got him up early and onto the couch watching TV while I got him ready for the day...

Day Three I let him come snuggle with me in bed and he got too comfortable really quick.

I was shocked and couldn't help laughing when he dropped this line on me on Day Three of Kindergarten:

"Hey Mom... I think I'm all set with school... it's not really my jam anymore. When's Graduation?"


Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Stuck On You Personalized Labels

I have to admit that the idea of having to pack a lunch, backpack, ANNND dress a child every single day for an entire school year makes me kinda nervous.

I am by no means the most organized person on Earth, but I do alright... and I am still nervous about having my game face on five days a week from August until June, ya know??

So when Stuck On You offered to send us labels to help get organized for back to school, I might have just gone ahead and kissed them.

Stuck On You let me chose which labels would work best for our family and while they have literally tons of options, I settled on the Kid's Designer Labels because I liked the simple classic circle design.

I thought the plain old circle would stay relevant with my ever growing kids... rather then say, a flower shape, that could go out of style with the quickness for my fickle beans.

Aside from pleasing the kids... you know I was thrilled to have the labels show up and make my life easier.

I write with an actual writing utensil so infrequently that the idea of writing my children's names over, and over, and over again on their school stuff sounded like a big pain in the ass to me.

I mean jeez-us... why are their names so damn long?? And why do they have so much stuff!!!!

Circle stickers that would make my life easier? Yes please.

Thanks to Stuck On You, all kinds of adorable stickers with their too long names came in the mail just in time for the back to school chaos to begin around here.

It was fun. I went labeling crazy and even stuck some on their heads... (hey, I've got a lot of kids, name tags every once in awhile wouldn't be so bad if you ask me).

Psssstttt... Like Girlfriend's lunchbox & backpack?? They are both from Stuck On You, and on sale too!!!

I went ahead and used my stickers on every last thing that Boyfriend would be bringing to school...

Including all of the Tupperware that I've been putting in his lunch box.

These stickers, aside from being cute... are also dishwasher and microwave safe.

I've washed them one hundred times so far and there is no peeling, no fraying... still good as new.

Even the one that I wipe every single day inside the lunch box has held up awesome.

Ohandplusalso... Boyfriend says he is the only one in his class with, "name stickers," and all of his friends are jealous so... cool Mom points for me.

Each package contains fifty personalized stickers... that's a helluva lot of labeling going down.

Another reason I love this company... they appeal to my kid's fickle-ness.

So even though there's tons of stickers in the package, (on sale now for less than $15!!!!), they're not all the same.... nope, they come with four different designs.

So you basically pick a theme, and that theme offers different designs in case your kid decides they hate pink or blue or green or whatever one day... there's a new one waiting to be used in it's place!

Seriously, thank God for that cause my kids change their minds like every minute.

Since Boyfriend currently loves red, I figured that was a safe bet to start... in a month when he decides that red sucks, I've got others to play around with.

Stuck On You also sent me labels for the shoes (also on sale right now for less than $15!!!)- I know, genius.

Last winter when we got one fafillion inches of snow, another boy in Boyfriend's class took home his boots.... three times.

Now thanks to these adorable little heel stickers, that wont happen.

Sending the dolls to school is hard enough without having to worry that they will lose their things and get upset.

Sooo.... I labeled every damn thing that wasn't nailed down; backpacks, lunch boxes, water bottles, shoes, jackets, folders, pencils, notebooks.... basically anything that I would have written on, I stuck something on instead.

No one is losing anything up in this place... Mama done put their names on alll the things!!!

The personalized sticky labels were easy to use, and give me piece of mind ... what's better than

This guy is resting easy while the Big Kids are at school! Find his personalized onesie here!
Stuck On You has been helping kids prepare for Back to School for 17 years, and they know their stuff.

If you're labeling your children's bottles, bags, books, and boots for school this Fall... you have got to check out their stickers.

They come in all different kinds, not just the small circle ones that we got... and the best part... they are all on sale!!

Have fun!

***Stuck On You provided us with all of these back to school goodies in exchange for an honest post about their products. I  have a long standing love affair with everything they make and I am always thrilled with their quality... all opinions belong to my cute little self.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

An Open Letter to My Almost Kindergartner

My dear, sweet, handsome, loving, caring, sometimes fresh, always creative Son...

This is it. The eve of your first day of Kindergarten.

This day has haunted me since they placed you into my arms five years, two months and 27 days ago.

It was on that day, way back in May of 2009, that after eighteen hours of labor, and a hurried emergency c-section, that my overly medicated self took one look at your adorable pink smooshy face and proclaimed that: No; you in fact, did not look like an alien at all.. you looked like a bull dog.

Needless to say, my first moments of being a mother did not turn out as I had hoped.

I had no idea what the Hell to do with you.

But you were patient with me, and we learned together.

It was in those first few months that I realized that parenting, and motherhood... will never be what I had expected them to be.

But you... you were exactly who I expected you to be.

You were (are) beautiful, funny, snuggly, sweet... you were very much so the light of our lives.

Our family cradled you and cooed you and loved you like the first baby that you are.

I like to think that there is a little bit of all of us in you; me, Daddy, all of your grandparents, and aunts and uncles... you were surrounded by family and love at all times as a baby.

Over the years you have taught me just as much as I have taught you... and again and again I am surprised by this job called Motherhood.

I never would have guessed that you would start talking at seven months, that you'd poop on the grass at the outlets, or scream swears out our windows when you were two.

I never would have guessed that you'd be so creative... leaving us inventions all around the house at all hours of the day and night.

I never would have imagined how fiercely you could imagine, and how deeply you could love.

Way back when you were just my squishy bull dog Baby, I never would have guessed that one day, your lack of sleep would make me cry, and that the way you hurt your sister would make my blood boil.

I never would have guessed that I could feel frustration, or anger towards you... but that is all part of motherhood and parenting, too.

I started to really fear Kindergarten after the tragedy at Sandy Hook. I have since wrestled with anxiety about letting you and your siblings out of my sight.

This might never get easier for me, so please be patient if I attempt to re-attach the umbilical cord every so often.

Know that I am trying, and that I only worry because I love you so very much.

You and your siblings are my heart and my soul.

You are all of the breaths in my prayers, and all of the hopes in my dreams...

You are the very best things that I have ever done in my entire life...

And I want so desperately to always keep you safe.

Someone once told me to ignore my anxiety, and to instead, trust myself and the job that I have done with you so far... trust that I have given you the tools you need to succeed, and that you will.

And so, with fear, and hesitation that only a Mother could understand... I will.

I will do the opposite of what I know how to do... I will let go.

You and I have learned together every step of the way... you... who taught me what it means to love and be loved... you, who made me a mother.

We've done absolutely everything together since you were born.

We've gone to every park, every playground, every lake, every museum, every Mommy & Me, everything, everything, everything that our corner of the state has to offer.

I was Hell Bent on giving you the most exciting, fun, creative, loud toddler years imaginable... and I did.

We've been traveling the state as a team for five years and tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.... I will put you on a bus, and watch you drive away without me.

My heart aches, my throat closes, and my belly hurts as I type those words.

I am so sad that my baby is old enough to not need me for hours on end.

I am so sad that this wonderful, amazing, fun time of your little life is over and now you'll grow faster, faster, faster... than ever before.

I look at your lanky limbs, your dirty finger nails, your super hero shirt... and I know that even though you will always be my baby, you are no longer a baby.

You are a boy.

One who knows how to spell, and read, and has opinions all his own.

You are so ready for this new journey and dare I say... so am I.

Over the last few months I have watched you turn into a boy who is excited about learning, about the bus, about new friends, a new school and a new life.

I am proud of your ability to embrace uncertainty in a way that I have never been able to.

I'm proud of your sensitivity, your kindness, and the way you care for your family.

I'm proud that you know just how important it is to be yourself... a good friend, and a leader.

I can say, without question, that I have poured my heart and soul into your first years... that I have given every last ounce that I have to give.

And I will continue to do so, today, tomorrow, and every minute after, for the rest of my life.

My job isn't done yet of course, we have years and years of more fun to have ... but tomorrow will change everything.

Starting tomorrow, you will go to someone else each morning, and I will wait eagerly for you to come home to me every afternoon.

There are so many things that I want to tell you, to remind you:

To wash your hands, to be nice, to look for someone who needs a friend, to be respectful, be accepting, be strong, be brave, that being different is cool, to wipe as best you can, bring home your lunch box, raise your hand, try your best.... tell me everything, everything, everything that happens when we aren't together.

But I wont, just like I wont let you see me cry, I wont ruin your day by being a lunatic.

I wont.

I wont.

I wont.

I am so proud of you Son.

I am so proud of the boy you have become, and I know that you will treat others with kindness, and enjoy every single second of this new adventure that you will take...

All by yourself.

I will be here waiting, just like I always am.




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