Really no words are necessary!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Country Mouse to City Mouse
Cons: the quiet of living in the mountains, the views, the wildlife (except for rattlesnakes!!)
There are some other things too, mostly which are the affect of those remaining pregnancy/birth hormones. Its the first home that we brought Mac home to, and
its where she took her first steps. These feelings will pass, especially when she is running through our beautiful historical home and picking flowers in the backyard. We will be updating our furniture, slowly of course, and making our lives fit the house. I am going to be documenting
it so stay tuned. But for now, here is a picture of our home to be (in 3 weeks actually!)
Wish us luck with packing, moving, and getting another tenant in our current home!! Stay tuned for adventures in city life!
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
And The Mommy Of The Year Award Goes Too...
Warning: If you have delicate sensibilities, this story may not be for you dear reader!!
This is a cautionary tale to those of you who have just stepped into the realm of toddlers. I don't think I fully comprehended how quickly a 13 month old can move. I've been warned from other harried mothers and I've read about these incorrigable creatures; but nothing sends the message home like your own experience. Daddy was gone on Sunday with drill weekend, so the Macaroon and I were cleaning house (I say "we" very loosely, the baby was actually not as helpful as you might think). I was busy making our bed and putting away clothes and keeping one eye on the the little monster. One eye was not enough my friends. I turned to see my child with my nightstand drawer open (and yes, I'm married, we all have THOSE drawers!), and she was trying to chug from a bottle of LUBE! The lid was sealed thank goodness, but the picture of my beautiful daughter, head back trying her best to get some liquid into her was too much for me to bear. The bottle of Astroglide was snatched from her little pudgy hands and put away in a hopefully much safer place.
Thinking a disaster was averted, and busily rehearsing my story for when Daddy came home I failed to see my girl making her way out of our bedroom. I noticed she was gone finally and went looking for her. I could hear her squeals of joy and followed the noise. I found her, in the laundry room, splashing in the dogs' water. As I lifted her up, I saw that she had been splashing the water and then was wiping it up with a BREAST PAD!! Unbelieveable! And she protested quite shrilly when I pulled her away from the natural disaster in my home.
Needless to say, eyes are peeled for trouble from this adorable little creature. Hopefully, she doesn't feel the need to continue to empty the drawer of pleasure and take anything else out; because I'm pretty sure that the next time will occur at a socially crippling moment.
Ahhhhhhhh, motherhood!
This is a cautionary tale to those of you who have just stepped into the realm of toddlers. I don't think I fully comprehended how quickly a 13 month old can move. I've been warned from other harried mothers and I've read about these incorrigable creatures; but nothing sends the message home like your own experience. Daddy was gone on Sunday with drill weekend, so the Macaroon and I were cleaning house (I say "we" very loosely, the baby was actually not as helpful as you might think). I was busy making our bed and putting away clothes and keeping one eye on the the little monster. One eye was not enough my friends. I turned to see my child with my nightstand drawer open (and yes, I'm married, we all have THOSE drawers!), and she was trying to chug from a bottle of LUBE! The lid was sealed thank goodness, but the picture of my beautiful daughter, head back trying her best to get some liquid into her was too much for me to bear. The bottle of Astroglide was snatched from her little pudgy hands and put away in a hopefully much safer place.
Thinking a disaster was averted, and busily rehearsing my story for when Daddy came home I failed to see my girl making her way out of our bedroom. I noticed she was gone finally and went looking for her. I could hear her squeals of joy and followed the noise. I found her, in the laundry room, splashing in the dogs' water. As I lifted her up, I saw that she had been splashing the water and then was wiping it up with a BREAST PAD!! Unbelieveable! And she protested quite shrilly when I pulled her away from the natural disaster in my home.
Needless to say, eyes are peeled for trouble from this adorable little creature. Hopefully, she doesn't feel the need to continue to empty the drawer of pleasure and take anything else out; because I'm pretty sure that the next time will occur at a socially crippling moment.
Ahhhhhhhh, motherhood!
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