It has been a crazy and whirlwind of a month. I celebrated my birthday at the beginning of the month, Miss B lost her first tooth and (we think) swallowed it, Miss B turned 5 years old mid-month and performed in her first dance recital last weekend. Little B is growing leaps and bounds right before my eyes. Even though I have experienced it once before with Miss B the process is still amazing and brings endless joy and love even on the roughest days.
However, the biggest event for me this month happened today.
I cried.. I thought I was prepared, but I cried.. When I saw her walk across the stage wearing her graduation medal I lost it.. Congratulations on your Pre-K graduation Baby Cakes.. Mommy and Daddy are extremely proud of you.. We love you always and forever!
Hugs and Kisses!
Mommy
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Feeling A Little Ambiguous
I overheard the kids while cooking dinner this week: Little B, I am going to high school, but first I have to go to kindergarten... I have homework to do right now so please don't bother me...
AND...
When I picked the kids up from preschool yesterday this was the conversation with my daughter:
Me: How was your day?
Miss B: Good, but I think you need to bring Little B to school tomorrow and let me stay home.
Me: Why do you want to stay home?
Miss B: I need some alone time.
Me: Why do you need some alone time?
Miss B: Well, I am just feeling a little AMBIGUOUS.
Me: O.K. I have a day already planned next month for just you and me.
Miss B: Good, that will work.
Seriously, my 4 year old is deciding she wants a little R&R via a mental health day? They tell me these are the easy years.
SDB
AND...
When I picked the kids up from preschool yesterday this was the conversation with my daughter:
Me: How was your day?
Miss B: Good, but I think you need to bring Little B to school tomorrow and let me stay home.
Me: Why do you want to stay home?
Miss B: I need some alone time.
Me: Why do you need some alone time?
Miss B: Well, I am just feeling a little AMBIGUOUS.
Me: O.K. I have a day already planned next month for just you and me.
Miss B: Good, that will work.
Seriously, my 4 year old is deciding she wants a little R&R via a mental health day? They tell me these are the easy years.
SDB
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Time Is Flying By Way Too Fast
So...
I haven't done too well with my New Year's Resolutions, but there is no shame on my part since I have a lot on my plate. Little B turned 2 years old last month and Miss B turns 5 years old next month. There is so much going on and all I can think is "slow down!" It is all going by me way too fast. It seems like yesterday I was posting that I was pregnant with Little B. I have emails of little funny sayings that I want to post that Miss B says so I don't forget them and they are piling up. I am coming to the Mommy realization that the to-do lists never end and will get longer as the school work load and activities increase.
I sometimes wonder when/how do all these Moms have time to run their kids to and from school, to and from activities, clean their house, wash and fold laundry, bake cookies, go to school part time or full time and work part time or full time whether or not that is from home or not, volunteer, scapbook, blog and Facebook? If they work full time outside of the house like I do then we need to add a 2 hour to 2.5 hour commute each day.
I know the answer, but sometimes we (I) buy into the myth that we can/should/will be able to have it all and do it all. I spoke to another Mom at work today about the evening rush. We both walk in the door between 6:00 and 6:30 p.m. and the next 2 to 3 hours after that is a blur until the kids crash around 9:00 p.m. I know I am not alone in this boat, but cannot stop from thinking that there has to be a better answer for our society, especially since I recently read that 76% of both parents work.
SDB
I haven't done too well with my New Year's Resolutions, but there is no shame on my part since I have a lot on my plate. Little B turned 2 years old last month and Miss B turns 5 years old next month. There is so much going on and all I can think is "slow down!" It is all going by me way too fast. It seems like yesterday I was posting that I was pregnant with Little B. I have emails of little funny sayings that I want to post that Miss B says so I don't forget them and they are piling up. I am coming to the Mommy realization that the to-do lists never end and will get longer as the school work load and activities increase.
I sometimes wonder when/how do all these Moms have time to run their kids to and from school, to and from activities, clean their house, wash and fold laundry, bake cookies, go to school part time or full time and work part time or full time whether or not that is from home or not, volunteer, scapbook, blog and Facebook? If they work full time outside of the house like I do then we need to add a 2 hour to 2.5 hour commute each day.
I know the answer, but sometimes we (I) buy into the myth that we can/should/will be able to have it all and do it all. I spoke to another Mom at work today about the evening rush. We both walk in the door between 6:00 and 6:30 p.m. and the next 2 to 3 hours after that is a blur until the kids crash around 9:00 p.m. I know I am not alone in this boat, but cannot stop from thinking that there has to be a better answer for our society, especially since I recently read that 76% of both parents work.
SDB
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Time to Blog
Well, I have a confession to make. Blogging is fun, but almost near impossible now that I am running after two kids. Work is crazy and it is hard to post at night. Everyone is usually asleep in my house by 9 p.m. You may be thinking to yourself, "Wow, that is great." The only problem is that I usually go to sleep at that time as well since Mr. B and I are up by 5 a.m. during the week.
I leave work to go home at a decent time, but by the time I commute home, pick up the kids, go the gym (with them in tow), get home, prepare/cook/serve dinner, clean the kitchen, get the kids bathed, get me bathed and get the kids to sleep, it is usually 9 p.m. and I am exhausted. Some nights I actually think about elementary school, which is right around the corner and hope the kids get most of their homework done after school during after-school care; otherwise, I am going to have to come up with a new game plan in the future, especially since after school activites are going to be a factor as well.
My brain functions better in the mornings, so blogging or doing anything past 9 p.m., especially after I have just had a 16 hour day is near impossible so this year I am going to make more of an effort to do a few posts each week during lunch time. At least that is my New Year's Resolution that I think I can stick to in the long run.
SDB
I leave work to go home at a decent time, but by the time I commute home, pick up the kids, go the gym (with them in tow), get home, prepare/cook/serve dinner, clean the kitchen, get the kids bathed, get me bathed and get the kids to sleep, it is usually 9 p.m. and I am exhausted. Some nights I actually think about elementary school, which is right around the corner and hope the kids get most of their homework done after school during after-school care; otherwise, I am going to have to come up with a new game plan in the future, especially since after school activites are going to be a factor as well.
My brain functions better in the mornings, so blogging or doing anything past 9 p.m., especially after I have just had a 16 hour day is near impossible so this year I am going to make more of an effort to do a few posts each week during lunch time. At least that is my New Year's Resolution that I think I can stick to in the long run.
SDB
Monday, December 07, 2009
Latest Musings...
Dear Miss B:
You are priceless! In the past few months you have told me:
Miss B: Mom, your boobies are flat.
Me: I know. (Thinking to myself she is correct since breastfeeding both kids.)
Miss B: You need to get some new ones.
Me: I know. I will tell your Dad I need new ones.
I must confess there are phrases that Miss B says that I wasn't planning on hearing until she got much older, say 14 versus 4:
1. Come on
2. Seriously
3. You heard me
And my personal favorite lately (usually said to me in the mornings when I am trying to get her and Little B out the door)...
4. Mom, you are rushing me. Let me get situated.
Miss B you keep me on my toes, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
SDB
You are priceless! In the past few months you have told me:
Miss B: Mom, your boobies are flat.
Me: I know. (Thinking to myself she is correct since breastfeeding both kids.)
Miss B: You need to get some new ones.
Me: I know. I will tell your Dad I need new ones.
I must confess there are phrases that Miss B says that I wasn't planning on hearing until she got much older, say 14 versus 4:
1. Come on
2. Seriously
3. You heard me
And my personal favorite lately (usually said to me in the mornings when I am trying to get her and Little B out the door)...
4. Mom, you are rushing me. Let me get situated.
Miss B you keep me on my toes, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
SDB
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Thump.... Bigger Thump
The first thump was Little B throwing his sippy cup of milk out of his crib. The second bigger thump was Little B throwing himself out of his crib.
Needless to say, Little B is now sleeping with Miss B in her queen size bed.
SDB
Needless to say, Little B is now sleeping with Miss B in her queen size bed.
SDB
Monday, September 21, 2009
I'm Testing You
The joys of motherhood...
Me: Please get off the coffee table. You know better.
Miss B: Gets off and then gets back on.
Me: I thought I told you to get off the coffee table. I don't want your little brother to do that.
Miss B: Smiles sweetly as she says "I'm testing you" in a joking manner.
Needless to say, my four year old daughter has heard me many times tell her, "Do not test me. "
SDB
Me: Please get off the coffee table. You know better.
Miss B: Gets off and then gets back on.
Me: I thought I told you to get off the coffee table. I don't want your little brother to do that.
Miss B: Smiles sweetly as she says "I'm testing you" in a joking manner.
Needless to say, my four year old daughter has heard me many times tell her, "Do not test me. "
SDB
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