The "incident"

Okay. So I am finally calmed down enough that I can post about this. The other day (last Wednesday?), I was downstairs with J and K was playing upstairs. I heard a large crash, followed by the scream of my eldest baby. My blood immediately ran cold and I leaped, I mean LEAPED into the air, and flew up the stairs faster than I thought humanly possible. I found my dear K laying in her room with her DRESSER on top of her. OMG. I know. There are not words.

I picked that dresser up with literally NO effort and Missy Miss was flailing all her extremities. The strength one has in a situation like that is truly amazing isn't it? I mean, it's not the heaviest piece of furniture, but most of the drawers were still in it and full of course. I swear if it was a semi truck I could have picked it up as easily my adrenaline was THAT high! After making sure all limbs seemed generally intact and no spinal injuries seemed present (you know how your mind goes there immediately in such an instance as soon as you determine your child is breathing!), I picked her up and took her into my bedroom where we sat and cried together. She calmed down in about 30 seconds and my hands, well, I think they finally stopped shaking yesterday. Damn dresser.


She literally sustained a scratch on her leg that was 1/2 inch in length and nothing else. Lord. We are so lucky. I've never seriously considered tethering/anchoring furniture before, but obviously am considering it now. She's not much of a monkey typically, but admitted she had pulled out the bottom drawers and was climbing on them.

The dresser sustained much more injury including a broken drawer, cracked base, chips, cracks, etc. Here are some pics of where my slippers landed in the stairwell...apparently I ran right out of them, which is kind of funny now.


Also, a picture of the "culprit" (damn thing, I may burn it!), and a pic of my princess eating her snack no worse for wear like 10 minutes later. While Mommy was still shaking and trying to calm herself. I almost took a picture of a wine bottle too, just b/c I thought that might be the only way to calm down. Thankfully, a few tears shed while telling my husband the story as well as a good friend of mine, calmed me down without resorting to "good coping skills" (i.e. drinking a glass of wine). :)

I hate days like that. But am also so thankful that she has never been seriously injured by her many uh....."experiences".

Flu weekend

Blah! Hubby got sick last week with it and the kids and I ended up with it all weekend. Fevers of 103, grouchy, coughing, sneezing, achy, grouchy, sleepy,did I mention grouchy? Stupid flu! Let me tell you, the only thing worse than having a sick hubby (sorry honey!) is having two sick babies AND being sick yourself. And having a hubby who still is sickly. I know, poor us! ;)

Just when you think you cannot possibly love your babies any more, they get sick and pitiful and then you somehow manage to love them even more. It's crazy.

De-lurk Wednesday

Hello out there!!! You know me, do I know you? Where are you reading this from? Do you read at work/home? Do you have a blog? Today is time to make your voice heard! Your comments help inspire and motivate me! Today is the day to de-lurk! If you are reading this for the first time, three days late, a dollar short, have made comments before, have read and never commented, or only occasionally comment, take a second to post a comment today (or whenever you read this). It helps me know who I am writing to and I love the feedback!

Writing this blog is something I really enjoy, I like sharing my stories with you. I like using this as a canvas of my life. Something I can look back at and remember my thoughts and feelings from earlier times. I also love reading others' blogs and am always looking for some new ones to read! Do you have a favorite blog you read? Share it with me! I will add links to my page so you can check out my faves too! So leave your comment today! Sometimes the comments are even more fun to read than the blogs!!!!

Happy humpity hump day! (And thanks AA for the idea!)

Boys and girls

K and I have been talking about the fact that she and I are girls and Daddy and J are boys. She doesn't ask any "specifics" yet (yay!) we just generally name people she knows and whether they are a boy or a girl. This morning, we were taking a potty break and she began saying she is a big girl. Here is our conversation (or what I remember of it)...

K: I am a big girl and peed in the potty, Mommy.

M: Way to go, big girl!

K: Mommy is a big girl, too!

M: Yep! Mommy is a big girl, too, and I pee in the potty.

K: J is a big girl, too!

M: No, Jack is a boy, remember???

K: Daddy is a big girl? No, boooy!!! I be a boy, too!

M: Daddy is a boy and Jack is a boy. We are girls and are so lucky because girls get to have babies.

K: I have babies too, Mommy?

M: Yes, some day when you are all grown up, you will have babies too if you want.

K: (pause) I don't want babies. I want ice cream.

(Insert sound effect of mommy laughing so hard she practically wets herself!)

I smiled

I smiled yesterday at several sightings and thought I'd share some with you.

1. While stopped at a stoplight, I looked over to the hot pink Tracker next to me to see it shaking rythmically. Inside I saw a dark haired lady JAMMING OUT. I mean, arms flailing to the beat, singing loudly, and just generally enjoying herself. She appeared to be at least seventy years old. Love that!

2. On my drive to Terre Haute, I saw a black dog with white "boots" trotting through an open field as though he/she owned the earth.

3. I saw a billboard advertising the husband/wife realtor team with the last name of "Crapo". ha ha ha ha ha (That one really made me laugh. I know. I'm so mature.)

4. While searching the local Walmart for a few items, I saw no less than SIX men pouring over the V-Day cards. All handsome. Three young men probably no older than 22 (all shopping together). An older man(65?) in Carharts and a stocking cap. A man who appeared in his 30's and dressed in khakis. And I forget what the other guy looked like. All trying to look cool in front of each other. All reading several cards before choosing the "right one". (I pretended to look at a magazine just so I could observe them longer. What a crack up that was!)

5. While talking to an 11 year old client's mother in Brazil, the 11 year old was singing Rascal Flats and some other country singer at the TOP OF HER LUNGS while listening to her MP-3 player. She was sitting at the same table as her mother and I, but was completely oblivious (or just carefree?) at how distracting it was to us. Her mother and I almost couldn't get through the evaluation we were laughing so hard.

Of course, I smiled at about 100 things my kids did yesterday too, but was trying to find things outside of that. What did you find to smile about today?

Giddy up

So, I am having what you might call a bad morning. I've been up since 2am. Yeah, and now I have to drive 1.5 hours away, evaluate two people, then drive home. I am not in a good mood to say the least.

And the realtor is doing a walk through of our house this afternoon. I was tidying up my closet, when LO AND BEHOLD! Look at what Santa Clause left in there snuggled away behind my dresses (all three of them)!!!!



At least I got to smile about it. Giddy up!!!

Ch-ch-ch-changes

We are scheduled to close on the house on the 29th. Yikes. And he is giving us an additional week after that to get out. There were some issues that came up with the inspection, but I think they have been resolved to our satisfaction. It also allowed us to request he throw in a one year home warranty also. Yay.

Wow. Are we really doing this? It is so exciting. And sad. Lord, don't get me started b/c between my dear friend across the street and I, we will flood the streets.

It is a good change. Change is good. Change is hard. I have found that the most rewarding and "growing" experiences of my life have resulted from me making a big change. A big, uncomfortable change. This has been especially true in my career.

It's super Tuesday. I suspect I will be up late watching the news to find out in what way "change" is coming this presidential election year. (Don't think I didn't notice most didn't comment on my previous political post. That's fine, but I hope that doesn't mean you aren't paying attention to what is going on in our country. With information available as it is, there is no excuse not to plug in. Do it!)

So change is everywhere. It is happening all around me. And you. Hmm. I need to put a change of address in with the post office.

How do YOU deal with change in YOUR life?

Insomnia

I have it. It's slowly killing my brain. I am exhausted all the time. I feel that so-tired-that-you-can't-sleep tired, like when you are 9 months pregnant, can't breathe, can't lay down comfortably, and your mind runs in endless circles. Or that I-have-a-new-baby-at-home-who-needs-to-eat-in-30-minutes-so-what's-the-point-of-sleeping sleep pattern. My baby doesn't eat every 30 minutes, he sleeps much better than I do, and I am not pregnant. It's just me.

For the past week, I've been averaging between 5-6 hours of sleep per night. Granted, it isn't 3-4 hours as mentioned in the earlier examples. (I am the kind of person that needs 8-9 hours of sleep per night. No exceptions) It is just enough to keep me functioning at a very slow, foggy, level. A level that keeps me functioning until about 1pm and then I fall down in exhaustion. And crankiness. At night, I fall asleep easily, but can't stay asleep. I wake up with thoughts of painting walls, furniture arrangement, rug placement, and new curtains. I think about school districts, no sidewalks, big yards, and new neighbors. Is there a theme here?

Yawn. It is 5:50 am. I have been up for two hours. K is laying on the couch watching Little Bear. She has insomnia too. She got up at 4:30 this morning and then I put her back to bed. I, of course, couldn't go back to sleep. She woke up again around 5:30. The rule is she can either lay on the couch or in her bed, but she is NOT playing or eating breakfast until the clock says 6. Ha. The rule used to be "until the clock says 7". Ahhh those were the days.

I suspect her mind is running in circles too. Talk of this "new house" that we keep visiting that sits empty. Talk of her friend, G, and how he'll come visit her in her new house and play with her toys. Talk of her "big girl room" and how it will have all her things in it, including her new quilt.

Here she is now, tugging at my leg. "C'mon Mommy. The clock says SIIIIX. I want cereal!"

Hopefully, I'll find the coffee pot through the fog.