W[th]WW

The boy.

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Crewcuts basic t-shirt, Costco shorts and those horrible Star Wars shoes. They light up, for the love of JediMasterYoda.

The big girl.

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Zara dress, Nordy’s boots. Moms with girls who cry when you brush their hair…what do you do?? Her hair isn’t tangly at all, she just says it hurts when the very bottom part pulls…and believe me, I try VERY hard not to pull at ALL!! I told her we might just have to keep it short…

The tiny girl.

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Zara shirt and jeans with Sperry sparkle shoes. 2 minutes after this picture was taken, the hair was pulled out of the piggies and we went back to the mullet. I”m going crazy.

The little girl.

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BabyGap leggings, crewcuts (Ria hand-me-down) t-shirt and Primigi shoes. Her hair was in a french braid last night and she thought it looked like a princess, so she wanted it down. Easy enough.

Today….today, I am cleaning my basement. Why? Here is why: Last time Miss Ellen came to watch Charlotte, I told her that they could definitely go in the basement but it was ridiculously messy. I mean…more than just toys. A heating pad had busted open so there was rice EVERYWHERE and there may or may not have been several sippy cups lying around, not to mention straight pins in my computer room, thanks to a 3 year old who was trying to help me sew. It was a danger zone. Imagine my humiliation when I get home to relive Ellen of her duties and she had CLEANED MY BASEMENT. Oh my gosh. I thought I was going to die. SO, Ellen, it is clean for you. Well, not so much clean as “picked up.” That’s as good as you’re getting.

I also am entering auction stuff, observing Jamie and Alice’s class (read: making sure they behave well for their wonderful teachers), I might do a pop in on my recently retired friend (www.mommyleerest.com) and if I’m really motivated, I might go grocery shopping. Yes, my family only eats after all other obligations have been fulfilled.

I’m also having to really stop and just completely absorb this pregnancy. It is going by so quickly and I don’t want to miss it. I am not a fan of pregnancy. My heartburn is OUT OF CONTROL this time around and no matter what, I am always so fat. That’s just a fact, it’s not an invite to a pity party. I have been ridiculously busy with auction, Funky Finds, 4 other small children, and a house with things that need to be done to it. Like laundry. And a wipe down every day. At night, I try and block out just a few minutes where I’m only focused on Olive and her little kicks and hiccups (yes, they have begun). I wish that came really easily to me, but it doesn’t. I’m an anxious person with OCD thrown in. I have a hard time just breathing and living in JUST THIS MOMENT. So this week, it’s something I’m trying really hard to do.

I’m also trying really hard not to press “Submit” on all my online shopping carts I have going right now. I feel like Mini Boden, Zara, Etsy, Amazon, Olive Juice, and Zappos really need my business. Olive REALLY needs that ridiculously cute pair of black and white saddle shoes that are so impractical on a newborn that I should be slapped if I ever purchase them. So far, success. Dan might kill me if I ever press submit….

Happy Wednesday!

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5 thoughts on “W[th]WW

  1. Danielle Bradshaw

    With all the pictures you take, you are the epitome of living in the moment. The fact that you take the time to take a picture proves that you are paying attention to every moment. I love you so much. You are such an amazing mamma. You have beautiful, awesome children, and a super awesome hubby too. I get tired just reading about everything you do. compared to you I am LAZY. Love ya!

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  2. mommyleerest

    For a second I had anxiety about a drop-in considering that my house looks a lot like you just described, but knowing that yours is the same makes me feel a lot better.

    Reply

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