Laundry piles.

Laundry piles should really be considered a decoration in our house. I don't know if we have the worlds smallest hamper (granted, we do put clothes for two adults and two kiddies in it)...but that effing thing is full every morning. I feel really proud of myself (pathetic, i know) when I can see the bottom of the laundry basket...but, that usually only lasts for a few hours. Sometimes I'll take the laundry out of the hamper and move it to a basket closer to the door to the laundry room...but it doesn't seem to actually get done. I keep hoping I'll come around the corner and it will be gone...like someone has magically washed it all and put it away. Nope. No maids around here folks. Just one busy momma who has twenty other million things to do before she goes to bed...and has realized that laundry...can wait until tomorrow. Or...next Tuesday...who knows :)

Attachment...

My newest little attachment. I don't know if girls are just totally different than boys, or maybe all babies are just a little different...but Tyler never clung to me like Ms. Sienna does. She wants to be near me all the time. She loves to be held, sat with, sung to, smiled at...she just soaks every little bit of it up. I now find myself putting my little baby backpack on just so I can get the housework done. Maybe I do it because she cries if I don't....maybe I do it because secretly I love every second of it...even if it makes daily chores 100 times harder...and maybe...I do it....because this just might be the last time I experience having a newborn. It goes by so fast. People tell you, and you think you know what they mean, but until you watch your little baby go to kindergarten, or ride the bus home for the first time...it won't really hit you. She'll be five months old on Saturday, and the next 7 months are the last few months where she is really truly a baby. By the time she turns one...she'll be walking, talking, eating what we eat for dinner....changing into being a little girl. As stressed out as I may get sometimes, or as much as I complain about having no free time at all...I adore my babies. I am proud that my baby boy is becoming a little man...and, I like my new attachment. I wouldn't change it for the world.

Before I go to bed...

Just had to say...that they are worth every single crazy minute.

A little mommy math for you...

1,123 The number of times I heard the word "mom" today.

9 The number of diapers changed.

16 The number of random messes that needed to be cleaned up.

7 The number of tantrums my five year old threw over nothing at all.

1 The number of times pureed carrots were spit back into my face.

15 The number of minutes I got to actually sit down today.

1 The number of meals I got to eat without intteruption.

1 The number of times I got spit up in my hair.

1 The number of times Tyler accidentally locked himself IN the bathroom.

9 The number of times I thought about running from my house screaming.

0 The number of times I actually did it.

Today was one of those days. I can't tell you how much I love my babies...but I CAN tell you how happy I am that they are both sound asleep. **sigh** Another day down. Bring it on, Friday.

I realized today...

That I have become a total mom. We aren't talking the mom jeans kind of mom here...but it's pretty close to being that serious. Somewhere in the past few years, I have put away the high heels, and pulled out the sweatpants. Instead of walking around the mall trying to look cute, I now walk around the mall trying not to bang the stroller into everything. Let me give you a little insight on how I came about this life altering realization :) I went to the mall today with my brother's (kid-less) girlfriend today, and quickly realized that I wasn't as "cool" as I thought I was. Don't get me wrong, she is awesome. I'm sure she'll be my sister-in-law someday, and I couldn't have asked for a better pick :) But...she's young, she has the body I had BEFORE two kids, the money to buy the clothes, the free hand to talk on the phone while browsing, and the freedom to eat her lunch and enjoy it :) It started when she came to pick me up (in her cute new car).... Enter me, coming down the hall with a car seat in one hand, and stroller in the other...hitting every inch of the hallway on my way to the living room...I really know how to make an entrance. After I strapped my lil lady in, I grabbed my diaper bag, bottle warming tote, random teething devices and extra baby clothes in case of a spit up accident...and, I was out the door. After I got the baby in the car, I realized I forgot my purse. Yep....my purse. Her purse was all she had to grab...so she was on top of it. After arriving at the mall, and loading up the stroller as if we would be gone for a week, we started shopping. My browsing of the racks was interrupted by the large amount of spit up that came rolling out of my daughters mouth. As if this was the norm, I stopped in the middle of the store to quickly change her into a new outfit, and then went on shopping like nothing ever happened. I quickly realized that all of the clothes that I wanted to buy would look really cute....for Megan. Because she is a size 1, and looks good in the things I used to fit into. Not that I'm jealous or anything. Okay, I'm a little jealous. Skinny jeans just don't work when you're not....skinny. I managed to make it through the rest of the trip without too much baby craziness, and during lunch, we cleaned up the bottle that Sienna knocked over without too much fuss. It was only after I got home and unloaded the child and all her gear, that I realized that I have crossed over to the other side. The side where I sleep with one ear and eye open, prepare an entire meal while using only one hand, and eat standing up. But...I also realized. I love my babies...and I wouldn't trade them for the world. I will however, leave the little one home with Daddy the next time I feel like doing some shopping.