Touch of Gray

Every parent thinks their kids are the cutest, but mine are very sweet aren't they? Even at 3am the smallest one of my brood is still cute.
Now that is love.

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We are going to have a garage sale here tomorrow. Lord help me.
My mom is coming to "help" and I am sure I will curse myself for this stupid idea 3 minutes into the sale. I know I will have good stories that come out of it though.

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Now during my most recent attempt at grooming, I think I may have seen a gray pubic hair. My god.
How so awful, I shutter thinking about it.
I am a young woman, I shouldn't be having gray hairs, down there! Yes, I went prematurely gray just like both of my parents did, but pubic hair?! WTF is that about?

I have since chose to believe that what I saw was either bad lighting or a very blond hair. In any event, I have removed the very blond hair and all of its friends. We will never speak of this again mmmkay?

Picture Time

I am still busy but here are some pictures for you to peruse:

L otherwise known as "The Rooster"

R the princess who rules the roost
Baby K who is 100% organic with 100% organic poops
but who cares about his poops with those kissable cheeks?
now it you will excuse me, I am off to eat these piggy toes!

More Later

Life is certainly busy in the Tuesday Girl household. I have many things to talk to you about this week that include but are not limited to:

-Another terrible highlights/lowlights debacle
-How I still cannot fit into my shorts
-Why baby's chubby thighs are so damn kissable
-Pubic hair

I know, riveting.

More later this week after I eat my son's chub chub cheeks and maybe even a rare glimse of how gorgeous my kids are!

The Friendliest Mom On The Block

I can't believe how many of you can relate to my kindergarten post. I thought I was the only geek sitting there crying on orientation day. Actually I was the only teary eyed mom at our kindergarten orientation, the other moms were talking away to each other.

Which brings me to another subject that I have written about many, many times. Moms.
Seriously, why are you guys so bitchy? I have never seen anything like this before in my life, bitchy, clique moms everywhere I go. Surely this can't just be a New Jersey thing, although we are not the friendliest bunch.
From the excluding moms at the kid gym to the moms at the park, you guys are never friendly, always absorbed in your selves or other mom friends, not even watching your kids. Even my husband who has been with me on various day trips to the park has observed what snobby messes you are.
Is it too much to include me in a conversation, or to just be friendly?

Someone who is readying this is the woman I am describing. You all are not without guilt, as am I, but I am working on it. I am sick of feeling like the new girl in high school at the park, school functions or at birthday parties. I will be overly friendly, and invite the women like me into conversations.
So if you see a mom alone go and make a friend, maybe she is just like me and needs a new mom friend or better yet, maybe she is me.
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I spoke with a woman yesterday at chick-fil-a (yum) who had a 3 year old boy and a 5 year old girl. She was perfect for me! We spoke briefly a few times in between eating and wrangling our kids. I left before I could get her number for a mom date.
I let her get away. Chick-fil-a mom if you are out there, I will wait for you...........

Kindergarten

Yesterday I took my twins to kindergarten orientation.
I gathered them up, cleaned them off, scooped up the baby and off we went, into the unknown territory known as elementary school.
Sure the kids went to preschool, but this is different.
This is the big league.

We walked into school, put on our name badges and sat down in the auditorium. It brought me back to my school days, it smelled like elementary school. Like paste, milk in cardboard containers, construction paper and sneakers.
They called the kindergarten hopefuls one by one and gave them a buddy. They called my kids together and they were matched up to a cute, tie wearing boy named Josh. They lined up and off they went to the classroom to have a snack and do a craft while the parents were introduced to the principal and some staff.
I started to cry. This was it.
My kids were going off to start their career in school and I will never have them home with me all day, every day again. They were going to be separated for the first time in class and I know they will thrive. They will have their own teacher and friends, just liek they asked for.
I looked around the room and nobody else was crying. What a loser I was!
I hoped the other parents didn't notice as I dug in my purse for a tissue.

Even though I gave birth nine weeks ago, I am still going to blame this mini breakdown on hormones. Of course it is only kindergarten and I still have a baby at home, but in a blink of an eye won't it be high school graduation?
I just know it will.
I know I will be fine and so will my kids.
Just remind me of that again in September.

Life Before Parenthood

If you asked me four months ago if I thought my life would change with another addition to my family, I would have told you "not that much". It is like K has always been with our family, but I am just much busier. I am forever nursing him because he is still a slow, lazy eater. I know he doesn't have any other plans for the day but to hang out with boob in his mouth, but I do.
I also never get done with laundry and cleaning, but what mother does?
Life has changed since I became a mom in ways I never thought:

Life Before I Was a Mom (LBM): I would take risks,
I could leave a job if I hated it and take my time to find another, I would eat at McDonalds, I would show up to work after being out all night
Life Now (LN): I am still risky, sometimes I put the baby down before he is fully asleep which usually bites me in the ass, but hey, I like to live on the edge.

LBM: Weed
I knew some people who would smoke the stuff, and maybe I would have been in a poorly ventilated room with said people, and unfortunately may have inhaled some of it. Maybe.
LN: weeds are the things that I don't have enough time to pull out from my gardens

LBM: I did not know about things like hands free breast pumps, why there are so many different types of strollers and which baby gym is better then the other.
LN: I can make a hands free breast pump with a ponytail holder and 3 minutes, I can talk to you about strollers for a good 20 minutes before I get bored and I know which gym is better for your child based on age.
Go ahead ask me. I dare you.

There are plenty of other things that have change, but I have to go stick a boob in someones face. Come to think of it, that is another thing that has changed, the boobs in the face, it used to only be cute boys. Or to get into good NYC clubs.
Now it is just one 12 pound sweet boy.

What about you, what do you know now, you didn't before you were a parent?

TMI Friday!

This might be too much information for a Friday afternoon, or not enough for you wild people out there, but I have the urge to tell you anyway: My infant son and I are on the same pooping schedule.

Very odd and strangely comforting all at the same time.

Wanted: Local Friends

As I have said in a previous post, I am upset with my friends. I talked about it with E this weekend and he is clearly mad too. He has seen me visit at the drop of a hat, for dozens of occasions, and he thinks that in the past 8 weeks they could have found some time to do the same. I found myself trying to defend them but I couldn't. Why should I?
I haven't spoken to my friends about how I feel mostly because they haven't called. I did a little experiment and stopped emailing or writing to them to see how long it would take. I have only talked to my one of my friends one time in eight weeks, she called for my birthday, my other friend has emailed me once in awhile and the other I haven't spoken to in about a week and a half.
I guess geography plays a big role in friendships and I guess it is time to move on. Hopefully I will make some local friends now that my kids will go to kindergarten in the fall.

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Now that the weather is nicer, I really need a manicure and pedicure. I have no time to do these things myself. My extremities need some pampering!
I also have been promising R that I will take her for her first manicure. She wants a little flower on her nail. It is about time, she is five after all.

Life Lesson Learned

It is no secret that my fie year old daughter acts and speaks like she is 15. This is information that I could have used but they left out of the parenting books. This also perplexes the men in this family who usually just shake their heads and go about their merry way because this behavior is one they have grown accustomed to. Yesterday my daughter was acting particularly bitchy to her twin brother. When she was finally done being rotten to him and left the room in a huff he just looked at me and said:

"Girls! They are all crazy."
I was just about to agree with him when he pointed his finger at me and said
"AND you are ONE OF THEM!"

Yes son, I am. I really am.

Moms

I had a great mother's day. I had asked for breakfast in bed and homemade cards and that is just what I got. We spent the day around the house, just playing together. I realized that for the past five years I have celebrated mother's day as a mother, but I finally I am really celebrating with my whole family. My family is complete with the newest addition.

Although I am dealing with my sadness of putting that part of my life behind me, I am loving that I have my kids, my babies.
They complete me.
They made me a mom. That was the best part of yesterday.
The breakfast was just icing on the cake, the company was the real gift.

More Hours In The Day, Please

I would have never believed how adding one more small baby into our family would have changed the dynamic so much. I am just so busy. I was busy before, sure, but now I know what people mean by "there are not enough hours in the day".
I go from one thing to another, without a breath. Try and write on silly Internet, laundry, cooking, changing diapers and breastfeeding. Breastfeeding is the worst time stealer. I just sit feeding for hours and the baby will only sleep in his car seat during the day. Terrible habit, I know but what else can I do, I have laundry and cleaning to do. Giving him a bottle would be easier and faster but still I sit and breastfeed for hours a day.

I wish I could say that I am so busy I have lost all of my baby weight and then some! But I still have about 10lbs of baby weight to go and about 40 more to be my ideal size. "Ideal" being the key word here.
I am giving myself off for mother's day though, momma wants some brownies!
What do you want for mother's day?

Friendship

I was the first one in my circle of friends to have children. When I had my twins I was still living by my home town, so all of my friends came to visit me and my new babies in the hospital. When the remainder of my friends were married I would drive the 1.5 hours home to go to various showers, rehearsal dinners and to participate in weddings. When my friends had their baby I waited 1 day to let the new parents settle in and drove up to visit my friends and their newest arrivals. I wanted to do it.

I visited one friend on the same day I learned I was miscarrying my triplets. I went to Carters with my tear streaked face covered by my darkest and biggest sunglasses to purchase a gift on my way up to see the newest baby in our circle of friends.
This time, when I had my third and last child, E informed my friends via email when he returned that night from the hospital.
Not one of them visited.

Sure there were promises and "tell us when you are settled and we will visit", then things got busy and nothing. They figured they would just see me when I went to one of their child's birthday party that was scheduled for last week.
It took a long time for me to admit that really, I am very hurt. I have shuttled my twins up, missed naps, E has taken off of work, I have found sitters to go and visit them and for them not even to call me for a week after I had my baby is hurtful.
I know life gets in the way, I know how hard it can be to plan trips with kids because I have done it.

I wonder when being a friend is more work then you get back and if that is a friendship at all. Maybe my old friends and I have grown apart more then just geographically.
Maybe it is time for new friends.

Hide Your Hooters Like You Just Don't Care

I never really knew how people could be so comfortable nude. Women in playboy, models and habitual nudists baffle me. I guess I just have never been that comfortable in my skin. Maybe its because I know how I look and judge (terrible, I know!) and don't want anyone to look and judge me. That is why I never knew how freeing it would be to breastfeed.

Every woman who has a baby knows that privacy and modesty goes out the window the instant the sperm squeezes in the egg. Legs akimbo, paper gowns and poking in your most private of areas is common place, a monthly then weekly occurrence.
Then the baby appears and more nudity, people cleaning you, catheters and boobs everywhere.

I had the lactation consultants visit every day to check my progress. I have even had one over the the house. I thought if I ever had another woman squeezing, massaging and manipulating my breasts I would have at least had an orgasm in the end.

Now, I whip them out in front of everyone and anyone. I thought I would care more, I would use my hooter hider religiously, but I can't care.
My baby needs to eat.

Funny how things change. Your body right along with your mind.

Sibling Rivalry

I took all three kids to target alone today. Yes, I am quite brave.
The trip went well if you consider well to be with a lot of yelling.
Wow, five year olds really argue a lot! Is it just because they are twins, or do all kids this age yell and argue all the time? I swear they are like an old married couple talking about how one doesn't like the other person's "tone" and the other yells about how their twin "never shares".
Then one cries and the other meekly goes over and talks it out.
"I will still love you even when you are fresh, or mean to me".

When I hear things like that it almost makes the fight OK. Almost.

Besides the five year old married couple bickering, Target was good. I got the breast pads that a cashier forgot to put in my bag last week and a new dress for a party we are attending tomorrow.
You know, the first holy chameleon.
Life is good. Loud, but good.