Dear Ari & Briggs

The dreaded week arrived. And I've been totally putting off this post because, well, I can't even wrap my head around how to explain or write what it's like going back to work after having the last 5.5 months off with you two little chicken butts.

So I'm putting it plain and simple. I've cried everyday since I've gone back. Even today when I'm not even going to work. Anything can set me off into tears... turning into a crowded parking garage or getting a random text from someone saying, thinking about you or simply a song on the radio. I'm a crybaby. As a matter of fact, I'm teary just thinking about getting teary. But, that my little lovers is just a sign of where your momma's heart is at. Torn.

I'm not gonna lie. I've dropped the F bomb a lot the last week. I know, that isn't right. But I'm angry. And when momma's angry I swear. WEIRD. Lulu, I know that isn't my best word choice. Thank you (always) for that reminder.

I miss you guys. I know you miss me too. Ar, you told me last night before I tucked you in with tears in your eyeballs that you missed me becuase I make it loud in the house and Nonnie doesn't let you eat a lot of sugar (made me laugh and cry at the same time). Oh my little lulu bear, no one will ever let you eat as much sugar as I do...guarentee it.

Briggs, I think you are a little indifferent on the sitch. I get home, you look at me and smile then go right back to your toy or hands or grabbing your feet (yes! you can finally grab your toes #yogababy). I do know that you miss me a little because last night you woke up twice!! just to get some nuzzles with your momma. I'm ok with that. For realz...but let's not make that a nightly habit.

So my little angel babies. I'm heart broken. You see, Amazon loves ME so much they want me in their office every little single day of the week. Even with blood shot, puffy eyeballs.

This week I'm really, really, really going to try and not cry everyday. And be super positive. And know that this is just a dot (remember that crazy post) and that it's not always going to be like this.

Madly

In love with these days lately.

I mean, how could I not be?

Birthday Girl

Happy Birthday Momma!
Not quite sure any of us would do without you. Your love for your kids and their kiddos is out of this world and we are all so blessed by you.
I'm not going to say this year is going to bring the man of your dreams...because I think I jinx it when I say that. So this year will absolutely NOT bring you the man of your dreams. 

Like Lu said, you are a Gold Star, you truly are.

Happy Birthday Beautiful Mom.

You are loved. BIG. Time.

58!!

On being a Momma

So last night was probably one of those nights that I've read about from many other momma bloggers but really have never fully experienced it for myself. I mean we all have them. And when you have two children, I think it heightens things a bit. This weekend we took Briggs to church for the first time and three minutes into the sermon, Briggs needed to eat. I didn't bring my hooter hider (thanks T for my hooter hider) and Briggs needed to eat AND every kid in that room was coughing, it was like the parents didn't want to put their sick kids in the nursery so they took them in the family room. So I bounced (I'm the biggest germ-a-fob and I didn't want to whip my huge ass, veiny, white, big nipped titty out in church, it just didn't feel right). So I left Zeb with Heather who whipped out her titty with no hesitation (I'm working on this...) and went to "feed" Briggs in the car. He then proceeded to poop the biggest poop he's ever pooped. Explosion. I took a picture. And since I didn't want to put him back into his seat to take him back inside to change him (he HATES his car seat and everyone was coughing) I decided to change him in the car. To do this, I had to remove his car seat and the base so he had a level area to lay on while I changed him....OK, this isn't what I was planning on writing about. But it's just one of those situations you aren't planning for, those creeper uppers...like last night was one of them. Ari got sick...like throwing up and pooping. This could have been from the coleslaw I made or perhaps the many bites of frosting for our amazing chocolate cake, or my biggest fear: she is starting her period?!?!....Needless to say, Zeb and I were fine. She was not. It was horrible. She was feeling so sicky and Briggs was freaking out cuz he needed to eat and would NOT let me put him down. Zeb went to the store to grab Gatorade and saltines and I couldn't console either of them. While she was throwing up, Briggs was screaming at a level I've never heard him scream. It was complete mayhem. I hated it. Hated every last minute. It was hard and stressful and I felt completely helpless. And I know there are gonna be many more times when this happens, and I'm just glad to know that these moments don't last forever. They always end. There is always light at the end of the tunnel. So when Briggs is crying his eyeballs out, I can just laugh and say DUDE, chill out. And Lu...when you are ralphing alone in the bathroom, know that I will always be standing outside waiting and wondering how you are doing.
In those moments when being a momma (or meme) that I feel so completely helpless and there isn't much I can do but try my darnest to love the heck out of my kids, so when one is ralphing (and I'm scared they might have the flu and the other one is only 3 weeks old and I'm scared he might get the flu) and the other is crying his balls off and I can't give my utmost attention to either of them, I hope they know I love the heck out of them. The kind of love that no matter what they do or say or what they look like or what they choose to wear to school, or if they cry every single time they get in their car seat. I love em. Like crazy. Crazy, crazy, love.

The greatest of these is love! 1cor13:13

Single White Female AKA Cougar

This little lady is lookin for LOVE.

50+/-60

Flight Attendant

3 slightly crazy children

6 grand kids and one on the way

Fabulous smile

Cooking isn't her strong suit, but decorating is!

Dipped cone lover

Sally

Isn't she the cutest?

But really, this is going to be her profile pic for eHarmony if she doesn't finish her questionnaire.

I'm going in and doing it for her!

(I've been known to do this before and MOM I know your password)

Love this picture of them.

For the boys...

I highly recommend that you read this article and if you just don't have the time or feel weird actually clicking on the link...remember this.

"when you get home from a romantic night out, the key to having a sexy rest-of-the-night is simple: Let your husband pay the babysitter"

That's it and just might guarentee you some punani.

Love this article, post, picture.

Take it in boys....in by boys I mean Zeb, Pat and Greg (the only three guys who admit to reading my blog). Pay the babysitter! If anything even schedule the babysitter! That will really knock the socks off her.

pic and article from here

Happy Birthday to the prettiest

Happy BIRTHDAY Momma.

Today you are 57!

Remember, this is the year.

I'm wishing you a year full of great flights.

Nice passengers.

Your yard tidy.

Your house warm...maybe some new windows?

Cable Television!

Lots of great books.

Memories, lots of great memories.

Maybe a mom/daughter trip? :)

It's going to be a great year.

I wishing you great health

(NO KIDNEY STONES)

and lots of long walks.

More grandkids!

Maybe a new fancy uniform?

Thanks Mom for wanting the very best for us, and for giving us your very best. 57 will be a great year!

I love you mucho.

xoxox

Your Youngest (and funnest)