Need to be more type A

It is one of my goals to be more type A. I know the type A people do have their own issues but they are so on task and efficient. The only times in my life when I have even come close to being a type A person I had a very strict schedule, distinct goals, and only me to worry about. I am working on what this would look like in my current life stage which does not lend itself to efficiency or a strict schedule.

This will be an on going battle for me since I don't know what type I am but it is far from "A". As I define how this looks I will try to keep you updated. A type A person would definitely follow through on that statement so we will see how I do:)

ahhhhhh and AHHHHHH!

Bedtime is crazy. It is my least favorite time of the day, because everyone is a bit cranky (including momma) and it usually requires me to use my patience reserves. Every night there are a few moments where I feel like "AHHHHH!!!" I am not going to make it to 8 pm. Tonight was not the exception. in the past hour or two I have stepped on multiple small toys and each time I feel like screaming "AHHHHH" It really hurts. Even as I sit down to write this blog update I sat on a toy which was on the chair "AHHHHH". My motivation is growing to pick up, and am sure I will before the night is over, but I always feel there is a calm that settles on the house as I put the last child in bed. I just love to enjoy it for a bit. I am not complaining about my day, because it is rock star, playing with the boys all day is fabulous, but by bedtime I am spent. I have built my last block tower, made my last snack, changed my last diaper. I am ready to recharge for tomorrow.

So, as the last one crawls into bed, and I close their bedroom door I have a different kind a "ahhhhhh" moment. It is the same word, with a very different vibe.

I like to just lay on the floor (if i can find a spot) and breath. Releasing all the craziness of the day.

jumping for joy

I mentioned I have been having a rough two months, well the big reason is I am pregnant:) I finally am feeling better and we hit the 12 week milestone this weekend. BK and I have been excited for some time now, but we waited to tell the boys till we knew we were 12 weeks. Today we told Quint and Russell. I think Russell is a little young to get it, but we when we told Quint this is how it transpired.

Momma: Quint remember how you asked me if there was a baby in my belly? (our friend was pregnant a few months ago so Quint was curious if I had a baby too....) Back then I told him not now but maybe someday:)

Quint: Yes

Momma: Well guess what? God put a baby in mommy's belly

Quint: Baby in there? (touching my belly)

Momma: Yes!

Quint: (Ran around in circles doing a happy dance!) Then said " I want it to come out now"

Momma: Oh, the baby can't come out yet, the baby is too small. The baby will come out after summer.

Quint: "After summer?" (standing there processing) "Hummm..... (then pointed to the belly) "baby in there Yay!"

More happy dance:)

I wish I had it on video. Bummer.

Teacher

Quint was playing play dough. He was learning how to hold the scissors. I showed him how and then he said

"thank you for teaching me mommy". I love these moments when he is so perfect and polite. I said "your welcome, I love teaching you". He then said "you my teacher mommy?"

I paused taken back by the question. I like to think of our family in terms of a team where BK and I are the head coaches. Guiding the boys in this game of life. But, a coach, also teaches skills, and the more I thought about it, my day is full of teaching.

After this realization, I responded "yes, I am your teacher"

Quint replied to me "thank you for being my teacher mommy"

Melt my heart.

Hibernating

We have been hibernating for the past month. Sickness, winter, and other circumstances has kept us home. I a running about a week and a half behind on everything so blogging has fallen off the agenda. With the beginning of March, the hope of spring, and a fairly healthy house I hope to be back in action. I am slowly catching up, mailing birthday cards for last week's birthdays, paying bills that are hopefully on time, and cleaning the neglected areas of our house.

WISH ME LUCK!

I should have worn socks

Today I got in the car and the gas light was on. Super. Everyone has had this moment...can I make it or should I stop? I have and the experience of running out of gas and it is not pleasant so I decided it was best not to put it off.

We pulled into the gas station and I began to pump the gas. As I was standing there I realized it was freezing out. The wind was blowing right through me, and in my rush I was not wearing a hat or gloves. I started bouncing to get my blood moving, and I looked down and realized, I probably should have worn socks.

I don't like socks. I my perfect world I would only wear them for the occasional run, but besides that I would wear flip flops and cute flats. Despite it being the dead of winter, I was wearing cute flats which I have decided was a poor choice today.

Someday I may be blessed enough to live where no socks are appropriate year round, but I need to face it, it is not now. Tomorrow I vow to live in the reality that it is below freezing outside, and I will wear socks.

Its 6:47 AM

Our house is bopping with two little men running around with buckets on their heads. Full of life and giggles, it is a great way to enjoy the morning. Next time your morning is dragging, grab a box or bucket and run around for a minute, I bet it will brighten your day!

Russell and animal sounds

Today Russell and I were reading a book about different animals. He began imitating the sounds. I would say Duck says "quack quack" and he would say "quack quack!!" I was so jazzed. He could do cluck cluck for chicken, baaa baaa for lamb and maaa maaa for goat.

These milestones, little moments make me just step back and remember how awesome it is to be a momma.

YAY RUSSELL!!!!!

He is still working on Oink Oink...that must be a funny sound!

Danger on the Road

Today I had to drive a few miles. It took 25 minutes, the car in front of me was fishtailing,I slide right through a stop sign, and I saw three cars in the ditch.

Why was my drive so brutal, one might wonder?

Was it a horrendous blizzard and the snow plows could not keep up? Was it a terrible ice storm and there was nothing they could do to fix it?

Great guesses, but no........it snowed a few inches and we live in a town who does not believe in snow removal or salt!!

Our towns' outlook on dealing with snow has boggled our mind ever since our first winter here. It is like the big snow plow boss is thinking, well, it will eventually melt, so why would we want to go outside?

In Rochester, they may get a load of snow but at least they have some rockin snow plows who know how to remove it and are not afraid to go outside!

Sharing

Today Quint had a friend over. He is learning to share. If there is a dispute over a toy he will kick and scream. It is not every time, but definitely if it is a favorite toy.

I still don't like to share, especially my favorite person.

This weekend Bk has to drill for his National Guard duty. It is far away so he will be gone Saturday and Sunday. So, I find myself in a position of sharing this weekend. Sharing my husband. I know it is the right thing to do, he feels called to the military in some form and I love that about him. Plus they pay us obscene amounts of money...so I must share.

I guess I should be a cheerful sharer....but I don't know if I am that grown up yet. I think when it comes to sharing BK I am much more like Quint with his favorite car.

If you see me this weekend, please know that even though I may act composed, on the inside I am kicking and screaming.

Is my brain still there?

Today I went into the bathroom and stood there for a good two minutes before I remembered why I went in there. "Oh yes! The dishwashing soap!" I grabbed the soap and headed back into the kitchen only to proceed to open the trash can to pour in the soap.

Wow.

I am really losing it!

Don't worry, I caught myself and the soap did end up in the dishwasher. As I writing this I am wondering, would the dish soap make my trash smell better? If so, maybe I was secretly on to something!

Hope all your brains are working better than mine today:)

The Lollipop Man

Is that a song? Well, at our gym there is an awesome guy who works the front desk most mornings. He is a tall, African-American man and he is so smiley. You can tell he enjoys his work and always gives a warm greeting. He also is the lollipop man. He keeps a secret stash of those little lollipops for the kids as they are leaving. Quint recently became aware of this, and now every time we go he asks if the lollipop man will be there.

There is some history, so today he normally works. I guess he was off so Quint was very disappointed. I told him maybe next time, but felt a little bad because I did hype it a bit thinking he would be there. We stopped at the laundry to get BK's dress shirt (he literally has one) and as I was paying for it, I saw a lollipop dispenser!

Just an aside, why do dry cleaners tend to have candy dispensers? I feel like it is common, but also weird.

I found a quarter and bought one. I also found a free soft candy for Russell so he would not be left out. I pranced out to the car so excited to show Quint. He was jazzed. Plus, it was a tootsie pop and he had never had one of those before. He was so joyful.

The funny part was, when he got to the tootsie he didn't want it.

WHAT?? That is the best part. He is so BK.

Am I like Sarah Winchester?

Today it occurred to me....am I like Sarah Winchester? Are most people?

I love to rearrange...and I kinda like moving.....

The change, a fresh start with a new arrangement or new home just invigorate me. I almost always say "this is the best arrangement ever", just to change it in a few weeks or if its really good a few months.

I lived in San Jose CA for quite a few years and it is the home of the Winchester Mystery House. This slightly crazy woman who was left a fortune by her husband of (Winchester Rifles) thought the ghosts would only be happy if there was construction going on at the mansion, therefore it was under-construction for 38 years until her death.

Now, I DO NOT rearrange to appease ghosts but I love the change, maybe Sarah Winchester did too. I am sure it is some form of OCD behavior, but oh well. But, one thing I don't see changing is my love of rearranging. I have even been known to rearrange 9 months pregnant, it is not recommended, but I needed to change it!

I am in awe of people who I frequent their home year after year and the furniture never moves. We recently saw a slide show about my Granma, and their was picture in there of people in their living room from the late 1960's. I noticed that the person was sitting in a chair in the living room that they still had, and it was in the exact same spot! As a crazed re-arranger, I found this amazing. Really in 50 years there was no need to change it up? I thought more and realized that it was the case with most of the placement of furniture in my Grandparents home.

Amazing.

Well I guess rearranging or love of change can not be for everyone.

Unfortunately, I do think it drives BK a little nuts, because he says he can't find things. I swear I tell him the new locations but I guess it can be a lot to keep up with, so maybe I need to tone it down a bit.

The good news is I do not have my own home, or millions of dollars to spend rearranging a mansion, so for now it is just furniture. It is probably a good thing, because I wouldn't want my obsession to get out of hand:)

My question is you a little like Sarah Winchester or is it just me?

Life is funny.

We are back in routine which includes the occasional trip to the gym, if it is not a blizzard or -10 outside. I have been enjoying working off my holiday binge. I don't know why I do that to my body but it sure tastes good:) Anyways, today we made it to the gym. I dropped off the boys and headed to the locker room for a quick change. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a people magazine. Our gym never has good gossip mags unless someone leaves it so I was jazzed. (just and aside, I love reading these and looking at the pics of celebs but I have never allowed myself to buy one...out if principle). I thought about grabbing it, but it wasn't very busy and I was just changing out of my boots so I left it and hustled to get on my sneakers.

I ran out of the locker room jazzed for my date with the stairmaster and a people magazine!

JUST THEN....

I see a man walking towards me in short shorts and a fitted, ribbed tank top CARRYING MY PEOPLE MAGAZINE!!!!

YES, if you are wondering I my best guess is:

MY PEOPLE MAGAZINE WAS STOLEN BY A GAY MAN!!

I might be wrong but I just don't think most men would openly read People (especially when it was about John and Kate + 8 in public).

I was so annoyed. I am sure I would have been just as peeved if it was another gym momma, but it would not have been as funny. I just had to giggle and think, well I guess I should have picked it up before it was stolen buy the gay man:)