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One day it rained.  I had a physical therapy appointment for my voice (I have nodes, click here) and decided to leave the girls with my mom.  Thank God she was in town!  It’s hard enough dragging along two kids to places they don’t want to be, add rain, and it’s practically a nightmare!

Anyway.

After the appointment, I ran some errands.  There were several things I needed to buy from several places.

I finished my errands right around lunch time, and I received a call from my mom.

“Buy lunch.”

The McDonald’s was the closest and quickest food I could think of to buy, so into the drive-thru I went.  I ordered food, and I went home.

In a rush to get inside to feed the girls, I shoved the milks (they came with the Happy Meals) into my purse.  I brought the food and other items inside and began eating.

That night while in bed, I remembered that the milks were still in my purse.  True to form, I was too lazy to go downstairs to remove the, but vowed to remember to move them in the morning.

A few days later, while clearing the area around the purses, Hubby finds a sweater that smelled like rotten milk.  Unable to figure out the source, I washed it, and went about my day.

The smell of rotten milk lingered in that area, and we couldn’t quite figure out why.

A few days after the sweater incident, Hubby was going through the purses when I hear him gasp in disgust.

My black Coach purse was the source of the offensive odor.

I FORGOT TO REMOVE THE MILKS!

They exploded in my purse and spilled rotten milk inside.  It was disgusting.

Luckily, my wallet and other everyday things were inside the diaper bag.  Only a few items were left in that purse and they went straight into the trash!

I had no idea what to do with my purse.  I didn’t want to throw it out without trying to save it.

So I popped it into the washing machine.

Thank God, it came out perfect!  The smell was gone, the purse was still in great condition, it was like nothing happened!

Lesson learned.  No matter what time of the day or night, if you remember that milk is stored somewhere it should be, then remove it right away!

Blech!

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Last night, I felt it. 

Motherhood. 

We were all in bed. 

K was on my chest, sound asleep. 

M was cuddling my arm trying to find that comfortable position that will finally send her to dreamland. 

I was in a slightly seated position with my neck bent in a way that I would most likely regret the following morning. 

That’s when I felt it. I felt like a mother. This very moment I described was “motherhood.”

Never in my life had I felt so comfortable being so physically uncomfortable. 

The moment didn’t last very long. M decided that the other side of the bed was where she was most comfy before she fell asleep. I eventually put K down on the bed to lie down snuggled in my arms. 

I wanted someone to take our picture so I could capture that moment forever. These girls are only this young for such a short time. I wanted to engrave this moment in my brain and hope I never forget it.

This is why I decided that I absolutely needed to continue blogging. I need an outlet to place these memories. I need this space to help me remember these precious points in time. I need this blog to be able to share with my girls what if felt like to be their mother. I need this blog to show them how much of an impact they made on my life. 

Now, more than ever, I understand the significance of this blog. 



Yesterday, M turned three and a half years old. That means that every day that passes will now lead her closer to four years old.

I don’t know how to feel about this yet. It’s just all too soon. She can’t be turning four yet!  I just got used to her being three. 

Ok. I have six months left. I need to just calm down. 

Hubby surprised M with a little chocolate cake. I scoured the kitchen for some candles and came across her candle from her third birthday. Luckily, I had a 5 candle from when Hubby turned 35 a few years ago. 

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M was so happy when we sang “Happy Half-Birthday” to her. She’s had to go through so much with her sister being born and suddenly having to share her parents with some little baby. It’s nice to have the attention solely on her for a change. 

Happy half-birthday to my not-so-little M. Time is flying for you and I’m doing my best to catch up. I’m loving every second I’m with you. Keep on staying happy. You light up my life. 

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Look back – A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L , M, N

When Hubby is home, it seems like I have everything under control.  Sure, K is crying.  Sure, M wants to go the potty.  But I have everything under control.  It’s like I have a system.

When Hubby is at work, it’s like the girls know I’m outnumbered.

Suddenly, K has a poopy diaper and the same time that M suddenly needs to go potty for the same reasons.

Suddenly, K is feeding and M wants a glass of water, or some yogurt, or something that she needs me to get up for.

Suddenly, I get some down time to cuddle with M, and K suddenly cries with the need to be picked up.

Outnumbered.  It’s like they know…

It’s like they have a plan to just spread me as thin as I have ever been spread before..

Honestly, I can handle running four or five different lab tests at work at the same time better than figuring out how to parent these two girls…

As difficult as I make it seem, I will never, ever, ever trade it for the world.  I’m exhausted.  I’m worn out.  My mind sometimes doesn’t work properly… But I’m loving every second of it.

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Gymboree offers a free trial for their classes.  I found a time slot that worked for my schedule, so I decided to take up the offer.

The class was for Play & Learn 4, ages 18-22 months.

Ok, that should work.  So I signed her up thinking she was 20 months old.

I received a call the morning of the class.

She asked me, “I just wanted to clearify M’s age.  She’s….”

Then, it clicked!

SHE’S 30 MONTHS!!!!

I was so embarrassed.  How could I have made that mistake!?

The woman on the phone was super nice and helped me move my reservation to the Play & Learn 6 class, ages 28-36 months.

Hubby told me it was wishful thinking.  I want to think of M as younger..

I think he’s right. 

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…when your daughter can poop in the bathtub and you can clean it up with out flinching..

True story.

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The other day, M was eating a banana with Hubby.  Hubby had to tend to something, so he put the rest of the banana in the kitchen counter and told her that if she wanted more she could ask me and I would help her.

About 15 minutes later, we notice that M was holding on to her banana and just eating away..

She grabbed the banana herself and just continued eating it.. like a big girl.

I lost it.  I started crying.  It’s definitely not “hormones” in the sense that you are all thinking.. no I’m not pregnant.  I’m just so super sentimental.

Sometimes I forget how independent M can be at almost two and a half years old.  I forget that she doesn’t need me for every little thing anymore.  She’s learning how to fend for herself and she’s learning how to be independent.  It’s part of her growing process and I should be so happy for her development.  She’s grown so much in these past two and a half years, from being completely helpless to grabbing her own bananas off the kitchen counter.

Yes.  I cried.  I cried tears of happiness, nostalgia, and love.  Those are what I call the tears of a mom..


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