Monthly Archives: December 2004

Visualize this

Me. Leopard print pants. Blue Weight Watchers T-shirt. Playing Dance Dance Revolution.
I’m addicted to it and my boys are PISSED. At first, they were all “YAY! Mom’s playing it with us! It’s ok if she totally sucks at it!” But then, I started to get it and I started clearing all the levels and they weren’t getting any turns and now they’re all “Mom, you bought it for us! WHY DON’T YOU BUY YOUR OWN!”
Whatever! They’re just threatened by my mad arrow following dance skills. You would be too.
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(for Nat

Not that you asked…

What did I get for Christmas? You see those 4 beautiful people right there? The ones smiling while waiting for me to take that picture? THAT is what I got for Christmas. Smiles, from my children and my husband.
Lots of smiles.
And love.
OH, the LOVE! I took that picture at 5:45am on Christmas day, just before we headed out to the living room to watch our children began unwrapping their gifts. There, in my bed, was my entire family and I thought to myself “I’m looking at my entire life right there, how lucky am I?”.
I will never forget that moment.
Of course, 20 minutes later, there was crying and arguing and fighting and farting and more farting. And still, I said “I’m the luckiest woman I know” And I wasn’t just saying that because my farts NEVER stink. I was saying it because I have been blessed with three beautiful children who are healthy, happy and who love me.
It was a special Christmas, the first one with our daughter.
The daughter we thought we’d never have.
The daughter who has brought each and every member of our family infinite amounts of joy, laughter, pride and love.
The daughter who makes me swell with pride (and not just because she farts just as loud as I do.)
I never could have imagined the delight I’d get out of dressing a little girl. Hello? I get to put dresses on, with socks and shoes that match the dress and? I can put BOWS IN A LITTLE PERSONS HAIR! It’s, like, totally awesome, man.
I refrained from buying all things girl for Gabby because I realise at this age she has no clue what is going on. Instead, I got her one big toy that I knew she’d enjoy. Do you have any idea how hard it was to NOT buy here all kinds of pretty girl things?
Next year, Oh yes, next year indeed.
Both of the boys were extremely happy with their gifts (although, clearly one of them has a WEE bit more enthusiasm than the other).
I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day, although, it would have been nice if Christmas could have been the day I could have declared “The Kegals have finally done their job! My ‘little problem’ is cured and I no longer pee a little when I laugh a lot.”
Oh well, one can’t get EVERYTHING they wish for in one day now, can they?
I’ll leave you with what I believe is my favorite picture of my daughter yet. Remember when I told you that she loves to look at herself?” Just look…

See? Precious, I tell you.

Slow down, time!

christmas1.jpg I do not plan on posting anything more until after Christmas. Too much to do to justify sitting in front of the computer. Besides, the days are passing entirely too quickly and I need to be with my children, enjoying every minute I have with them. I’m telling you, I blinked and they were “big boys”. It breaks my heart and makes me proud at the same time. I’ve been overwhelmed with thoughts of “they’re growing too fast, pay more attention to them while they’re still little” lately.

When they’re little, you think they’ll be around forever, then, they get older and they start wanting to hang out with friends, and go places and you realize that a day will come where they will leave and you will be left with this big, gaping hole in your heart, longing for the days when they were just your little boys and all they wanted to do was sit next to you and talk endlessly about things that didn’t really matter and sometimes? You’d get so annoyed because you just wanted some peace and quite and so you feel guilty for not just enjoying the hell out of every single second with them while they were little and sweet and innocent. And now I want to cry.
Will this stop? Am I going to be a wreck from here on out or will there come a day that I’ll be okay with them being “grown?”
I wasn’t even trying to “go there” with this post, all I wanted to do was say a little “Merry Christmas” to everyone and a little “I’ll see you next year”.
Now? I must go crawl into bed with my boys and squeeze them tightly and beg God to slow down time so they can stay my “little boys” just a little longer.

Joy Unexpected

When I first found out I was pregnant with Gabby, I cried. Ok, I FREAKED OUT, fell on the bathroom floor and sobbed. At that moment, I actually said, outloud “This is the worst thing that could happen to me!”
I called my husband, and I cried.
I called my mom, and I cried.
I called my neighbor, and I cried.
I cried for 2 weeks.
I was talking to a woman shortly after I found out the baby I was carrying was a girl. At this point in the pregnancy, I was actually ok with it and was hoping for the best, but I told her the story of “The Day I Found Out” and how I had so much guilt about it. She told me that she had found herself in the exact same situation 12 years earlier. She had two older boys and found out she was unexpectedly pregnant.
Like me, she cried.
Then she looked at me and said “One day, you’ll look at your daughter and you’ll ask yourself ‘how did I ever live without her?.'”
Today, as I watched my daughter fall asleep while wearing her santa hat, I was taken by her beauty, overwhelmed with love and “It” happened. I leaned close to her and I said, outloud, “How did I ever live without you, sweet girl?”
And I cried.

Just…NO!

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I’m going to have to take drastic measures to protect my daughter from the baby lovers of this city because people can’t stop TOUCHING MY DAUGHTER.
I’m sorry, I’m weird about that, if I don’t know you, I don’t want you to touch my baby. I have no idea where people’s hands have been and they touch her hand and then she sticks her hands in her mouth. Ew. It just makes me sick. I’ve tried to be polite about it, UNTIL TODAY. Because, today? Today, someone who I’ve never seen in my entire life… KISSED MY BABY ON THE CHEEK.
“HELP! PERSONAL SPACE INVASION OF THE WORST KIND IN THE BARBIE ISLE!”
I was so shocked and disgusted and pissed and SHOCKED.
I’m going to start carrying a sign “DO NOT TOUCH THE BABY.”
Or how about “Touch the baby, get your ass beat”
What in the hell is wrong with people? I mean, I’ve seen cute babies before and I’ve never, not once, EVER thought “that baby is so cute that I’m going TO KISS IT!” Hell, I have never even touched a baby I don’t know.
Why do The Crazies of the world always end up in the same isle as me?

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Griiiiiiiiinding

I’ve written of the love I possess for The Nies and how she shares the same love for him. But what I have NOT told you is that she took our love to the next level. Oh.Yes.She.Did.
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That would be The Grind featuring The Nies all up in my bosom, (where he belongs) and he is all up in there because SHE sent him TO ME! OH LORD. Tonight, I will sit down with a glass of wine and a bag of chocolate covered almonds and take it all in. The bumpin’, the grindin’, the SWEATIN’. I KNOW the point is that I do it with him, but dude, it’s Eric Nies, I won’t be able to watch and DO. How could I ever concentrate hard enough to make that happen?
THANK YOU, Sara.

I’m a good mother! I’m a good mother! I’m a good mother!

Letting the kids help decorate the tree is GREAT FUN! Letting the kids help decorate the tree is GREAT FUN! Letting the kids help decorate the tree is GREAT FUN! Letting the kids help decorate the tree is GREAT FUN! Letting the kids help decorate the tree is GREAT FUN! Letting the kids help decorate the tree is GREAT FUN. Letting the kids help decorate the tree is GREAT FUN! Letting the kids help decorate the tree is GREAT FUN!!!