What I've learned in 34 years...

Here we are...34 years old.  I still think I'm at least 23...and most of the time I act like I'm 18...and some days, it totally chaps my hide that I'm supposed to be a responsible adult and contributing citizen.  33 was a wonderful year...full of crying babies, giggling toddlers, poopy diapers, card board boxes, moving trucks, paperwork...and most of all, LOVE.  So here you go...here's what I've learned...

• God has a greater plan for your life than you could ever dream up...so, give it to him and just LIVE.  Enjoy your days and let the big man upstairs do the worrying.
• Sometimes its OK to let a crying baby cry.  
• In order to be a good parent, you need to put your own oxygen mask on first...if you don't, you won't be able to help anyone else.
• Sometimes it's OK to ask for help.
• Sometimes it's OK to accept help.
• Most things are temporary...so, even if you are uncomfortable and have 20 fingers and 20 toes taking over your body...soon, they will come out.  Enjoy your pregnancy(ies), ladies.  One day you will miss that big belly.
• A full night of sleep can cure most anything.
• If the kids are going nuts and it's above freezing...take them outside and prepare yourself to be amazed at their attitude's transformation.
• My children's laugh will cure any unpleasant mood of mine.
• They are only little once...take a few extra minutes when you can snag them and cuddle.
• Sleeping past 6:30 AM really isn't all that great, anyway.  Get up and enjoy your family.
• Speak kindly.  (Note to self...REMEMBER THIS)
• Most of the time, people have the right intentions...they just may be unable to communicate them in a way that makes you feel it.
• Real friends are still there even if you can't have more than a 3 minute conversation without being interrupted...even if your short conversations span years :).
• Sisters are the best friends you can ever have.
• Cousins are a close 2nd.
• Families can't be replaced.  Love yours...even on days you just want to hide under a rock.
• It's OK to turn off the cell phone...and, sometimes, you SHOULD.
• The seasons of life change much faster the older you get.  Take time to enjoy the craziness that surrounds you...all too soon these babies will be off to college and the house will be quiet once more.

There you have it, folks.  My words of wisdom for today.  My goal for this year is to enjoy my chaotic life and to just simmer down about the little stuff.  So, my floors are dirty and the sink is full of dishes.  So, the kids don't go to bed right on time.  When I'm gone, my kids aren't going to remember that our house was spotless 24/7 or that their clothes were always ironed...they are going to remember baking cookies, jumping in rain puddles, making mud pies, running and being crazy with their cousins.  Savor each moment.

When a title just won't come to mind...

I've been running a little ragged lately.  As in, it's 9:15 and I really need to be working because I had to take a nap from 4:30 to 5:30 in order to face the rest of my evening, thus, am behind on a deadline.  Moving has been such a blessing....we are sooo much closer to both sets of our parents, Molly had FLOURISHED at school, the twins are wonderful, Athens rocks, we just feel like we are home.  However...(there's always a but, isn't there?)...having a new house is awesome...but...it's a blank slate.  There is a basement that needs to be finished (momma needs somewhere to work), there are 50 million walls that are the same color (ever met me?  do you think I can live with every wall being the same color??), pictures need to be hung, Thanksgiving shirts need to be made, the list goes on.  You know, these things really are important...(dripping with sarcasm).  However, they are important to me.  I am feeling overwhelmed, stressed, frankly...a bit blue.  I need to snap out of it.  Someone slap me.  Tell me to get over myself.

In other news, my babies are 11 MONTHS OLD.  SHUT.THE.FRONT.DOOR.  How did that happen?  I honestly, can hardly remember life before them.  Life before Molly is such a distant, faint memory that some days I wonder if there ever really was life before we had kids?    I frequently remember an Easter Egg hunt I took Molly to during the season of her 2nd Easter.  I was very early pregnant...I don't even know if we knew it was twins yet...and she was so bald...and walking but, the kind of walking where a new parent chases after them and worries about their every step.  And she looked so cute in her jeans (that were Emma's once upon a time) and white shirt (from Melissa Sibold...funny how you remember who gave your kid what clothes) and hot pink hair bow - on a head band because like I said...chick was bald (hairbow from Aunt Lori and Uncle Marlin).  I don't know why that day stands out so much for me.  But, I remember walking home with my girl and our friends (Flo and Jojo) and Flo telling me that I was too thin for the maternity jeans I was trying to hold up.  I guess it's one of those memories that keeps coming back because I knew it was the last Easter with just one baby...and that by the next Easter we'd have another of God's miracles in our midst.  Madeline wore those jeans last week.  How did my baby get big enough to wear her sister's jeans?  (Yes, Emma, Molly and Brooke have worn them before her...they are GAP...and still look new :)).  It kind of makes my uterus hurt it feels so empty.  PS...we did IVF with the twins when Molly was 13 months.  DON'T FREAK OUT GRANDMAS....Rob is adamant that we are finished.  I'm certain that we are done...for now.  But, in my blue moments the past few weeks...I desperately have missed the big belly and knowing that I have a PERSON who's life LITERALLY depends on me.  Feeling that baby kick and knowing that it's all mine...err...ours.  But, really, when you are pregnant, no one on this earth can know that baby as intimately as you can.  You don't have to share that baby.  That baby goes EVERYWHERE with you.  For the record...I suck at being pregnant.  I grow amazing babies that are super healthy (knock on wood should I ever grow another one).  But, I suck at everything else in life while I'm pregnant.  I don't cook...I don't clean...I'm a total bitch.  You think I have a low mind to mouth filter now?  Ha.  Talk to me when I'm 6 months pregnant.

Today, due to a mis-communication, Molly wasn't picked up from school.  They called me at 12:25.  School ends at 12:00.  I thought Rob was getting her...he thought I was.  It's just one of those things.  It happens to the best of us, I assume.  I drove an average speed of 75 mph to get her.  The average speed limit is about 45 on the way to her school.  I probably would have been arrested if I had gotten pulled over.  I was totally PANICKING that my sweet girl would be upset and think she had been forgotten.  Rob called and was on his way, too.  Mama Bear that I am, I told him ABSOLUTELY DO NOT leave that school with her.  I would be there and I wanted her.  Needless to say, Molly was thrilled to have gotten to go to "Lunch Bunch" and play with her buddies for an extra 45 minutes.  I was devastated.  Not because she was fine...but, because what if she hadn't have been fine?  What if she'd been old enough to realize that she had been picked up late because of a mis-communication?  What if there hadn't been a lunch bunch?

I'm a freak about who keeps my kids.  I like to know every.single.detail.  I like to be over-communicated to about my children's day.  When they sleep and what times, what they eat, how much they poop, how much they cry and about what, which toys they prefer, what songs they like.  Even though I KNOW that I need my time at work (I don't think I'm cut out to stay at home full time) and they need their time learning about other people, I would prefer to be a fly on the wall 24/7.

This post is really just my rant for today.  It was a sucky day, that ended with all of my chickens asleep in my basket with a happy face.  Some days are just like that, I guess.  In true Scarlet fashion, tomorrow is another day.  Thank God.

Wednesday's Quick Words

It's 10:18 on Wednesday, and all day I've been thinking about blogging.  I need a day just to post/edit/print pictures...and more walls than this house has to hang said pictures.  These moments are fleeting...and I keep saying, oh, tomorrow I'll blog about this...or document that.  So, instead, I'm going to just roll with my bullets and learn to love it.

• We hit the pumpkin patch Sunday.  It rocked.  It was HOT...but, awesome.  We went for the 2nd year with Mike, Corey and Miller.  Last year I was pregnant with the babies...can't believe the difference a year makes.

• The babies are both saying Mama and Dada.  Sometimes just babbling, sometimes it seems like they are really saying our names.  
• They are both pulling up and couch surfing...both are starting to get brave and stand more on their own.
• Molly is speaking in PARAGRAPHS.  Tonight, she said, "Daddy, don't take my book from me."  She is so articulate...and has such a broad vocabulary.  Clearly, she's a genius.  I wonder who she takes after? :)
• She loves to sing...about everything...all.the.time.  It's awesome...and exhausting.
• Living in Athens...err..Bogart...rocks.  We love our house...our neighborhood...our town.  There was a greater plan for us, and it is very clear that this was the plan.
• I have a new obsession for Kettle Chips Buffalo Blue chips.  It's terrible for the diet.  
• We have 2 months until we leave for Key West.  The chip obsession is bad in so many ways.
• The kids are going to be pumpkins for Halloween.  A pumpkin patch, if you will.  Best $60 I've spent all year.  It's gonna be adorable :).  
• I'm not biased at all.
• The new nanny ROCKS.  The children are all so happy with her...and she is AMAZE-BALLS with the house - helping me with laundry, dishes, changing the kids beds, the dogs, kitty...you name it...she helps with it.  
• We have pictures this weekend...first family pictures as a party of five.  Pumped.  We are also having pictures this weekend with bulldog puppies.  O.M.G.  I have such high aspirations for these.
• I have a new found love for TV.  Holy relaxation.
• My babies are almost 1.  Like, so close to 1 that we have invitations ordered and are planning their party.  Father Time...PLEASE SLOW DOWN.
• I'm totally freaking out about my babies turning 1.  What am I going to do without any babies in my house?  
• Molly is THRIVING at school.  THRIVING.  I was worried about sending her 5 days/week (9-12), but, she LOVES it and asks to go on Saturday and Sunday, too.  

Needless to say, we are loving this season of life.  The days can be long and challenging, but, are much more rewarding than challenging.  I lose my patience often, but, every single day I stand in awe and amazement and in constant gratitude that I'm blessed with these 3 crazy kids.  BBB.

Waffle house!!!

We went to the bulldawg waffle house this morning - everyone had a blast!! It was a first for the babies and they loved their biscuit, waffle and raisin toast!

10 months in 10 minutes

Because, it seems like 10 minutes are the only minutes I can find these days.  I'd love to write a very thoughtful blog post about how I can't even believe that my babies are almost 1...and my big girl is almost 3. I'd really love to...but, by 8:00 every night when we finally have everyone tucked in and can shove some food into our mouths before our stomachs start growling loud enough for the neighbors to wonder what tigers we have living in our house, I can't hardly hold my head up, much less consider writing anything thoughtful...or thought provoking.  The twins are 10 months old...and that makes Molly 30 months old.  Be.Still.My.Heart.  It isn't all unicorns over here...we have our days where I count the minutes to nap...we yell...we cry...we have time outs.  For the most part, I go to bed every night so thankful for our crazy, insane, loud, exhausting life.  I'm in constant awe of the great responsibility God has trusted Rob and me with...and at the miracles before my eyes.

Molly...
Molly is such a sweet, sweet sister and friend.  She is THRIVING at school and LOVES all of her teachers and friends there.  A few nights ago, I had *finally* gotten her to bed...it hadn't been a bad evening...I was just exhausted...and then, we heard her over the monitor.  I huffed and was so annoyed.  So, we turned up the monitor and listened.  I assumed she was just calling for one of us - she's getting really good at trying to stay up past bedtime.  My sweet girl was singing "Jesus Loves Me".  We usually sing it at night together, but, it's mostly me singing it to her.  I didn't know she'd gotten the words down.  Melt.My.Heart.

Marlin...
Sweet boy.  Our little red head...he has the sweet smile and laugh...and, unless he's hungry, he's happy-go-lucky.  For all of the first few months where he didn't eat/sleep well and made me want to cry/scream...he's made up for it in spades.  I never knew boys would be so sweet and fun.  He is crawling everywhere and totally couch surfing...and pushing the little walker toys around.  20.5 pounds of pure sweetness, that boy is. (Star Wars anyone?)

Madeline...
Our Perfect Little Pixie...is getting to be a PISTOL!!!  Don't get me wrong, she's still perfect ;).  Madeline is going to be my baby who likes to nurse and doesn't want to give it up...ever.  In the race for teeth, she's got Marlin 2:1.  She's a petite little thing (18.5 lbs)...and has more clothes than she could EVER wear.  Like Marlin, she's crawling, couch surfing and pushing toys around.  As good natured as she is, she is definitely expressing her opinions lately, too!

A few random thoughts...because what would a post be without bullet points?

• I had an eat my words moment this morning, as I realized that Molly watches TV in the car...all the time.  Even if we are just running to the store.  Something I said I'd never do.  Ah, well...such is life.
• The new house rocks.  I'm itching to get a can of paint and put some color on the walls.
• Our new nanny is wonderful...we are all so happy with her (read, Molly is happy, which means we don't have any battles and that is the true test!!)!
• Molly isn't interested AT ALL in potty training...some people are seeming judge-y about it...others agree that it's better not to waste our time until she's interested.  
• Madeline doesn't like paci's...unless she's taking one from Molly or Marlin.
• Living in a college town when you are in your 30s is funny...and sort of has induced an identity crisis.  I don't want to dress like I think I'm in college...or like I think I'm 50.  There is a delicate balance, and I'm looking for it.
• It's been way longer than 10 minutes, and I gotta get my power point presentation finished.

 

If you need new jammies in the middle of the night...

You *might* wake up in your sister's pink Christmas pajamas...in October :)

Best buddies

10 months old and best friends...