New Years

Resolutions:

1. Run Team Ortho Marathon on May 31st.
2. Organize sew room, keep it that way
3. Start and finish laundry in one day
4. Enter in all spending in budget
5. Get together with more friends
6. Play more with daughters

Have a happy and safe New Years!

Gifts

Through out this year I have learned too much for my pretty big head. One thing I retained is the major pain in the ass it is to keep a home clean without making my family sick. I know my girls will need therapy someday, I just don't want it to be because they thought I was trying to poison them with the Swiffer Wet-Jet. So, I started making my own cleaners. Note, I make them. I have not perfected the whole using them thing. I am thinking oatmeal can crust on the floor for at least 5 days. Maybe 4 if a baby is coming over.
Anywhoo, I decided to make my own cleaners for friends and family this year. "B Clean". So original I could puke. It was a hit though! I am even making some for my mom to hand out at one of her 5,000 group parties. Free advertising. cha-ching. Who knows, this site may turn into a little shop for my cleaners (someone print this out. When I am the next Mrs. Meyers, I will totally sign it).
Then, my husband (I have read chat rooms and other blogs that refer to their husband as DH and their daughter as DD. Supposedly that means Dear Husband and Dear Daughter. I think that is so not ok.) gave me a sewing machine! CRACK! I am already a member of a sewing site, I am putting the finishing touches on my first shirt (patterns can suck it), and I am redoing what was going to be our next baby room into a sewing room (pass the birth control, momma needs to create some shit). It has been 3 days. Obsessed much? I will post some pictures and stuff someday.
So, to recap some shit, I make my daughters their food, I make my own cleaner, I drive a mini-van, I knit, I sew, I own 6,498 pairs of sweatpants and I am thinking about moving to the suburbs for the schools.
I am going to make a tattoo appointment tomorrow.

Holiday Recap

Mother nature can be a bitch. While I am grateful that she blessed be with a womb to carry my two girls, I actually think I could burn down a forest as revenge for the timing of my cycle. I seem to get it every holiday season. I am usually PMS-ing on Thanksgiving and Christmas making me a homicidal/suicidal fruit cake (no pun intended). If you know me, you know that is not pretty for anyone. I actually started taking a mild anti-depressant this year to combat the mood swings at that time, but I have a superiority complex and often think I know more then my doctor, my husband, my mother, my mentor, my best friends and those sad little eyes looking at me. So, I have a habit of forgetting to take it. And, a even worse habit of forgetting to take care of myself. BUT, this year was ok. I think it is because I knew it was coming, I prepared myself, and I was too goddamn busy to think of anything but kids and plans to get too crazy.
This year, Good Ole Motha Nature also blessed us with two kids with ear infections and respiratory viruses. Good times. Try sticking a nebulizer mask on Princess Ruby and getting your Christmas Presents wrapped. Poor little buggers just followed me around whining for three days before I pulled my head out of my ass to take them in. Bad Mom example #456.
After we got that, somewhat, under control, it turned out to be one of the best holidays ever. We spent time with family, we spent time alone, we got and gave everything we could have ever wanted. I can bitch a lot. I am okay with it. But I can also see the gifts I have. Not the sewing machine or the Kindle, or the running gear or the gift certificate to the spa (I can see those clearly too). But the gifts of this life I have been given. Damn its good. To see the love in my husbands eyes, to feel my daughters hug, to watch my family laugh, to see my in laws play...Nothing can top that. Nothing can bring it down either. It is perfect.
Next blog...my other gifts :)

Grateful for the learning curve

I hear this stuff is supposed to get better with time. Everyone says as the kids get older, it gets easier. Ok, so they are not even two yet, so maybe that easier time comes later. Cause, damn, its still pretty f'ing hard. There are only so many foods I can think of, only so many times I can read Corduroy, only so many songs I can sing, only so many times I can say no to the tv (only to give in five minutes later), only so many times I can sweep crushed up goldfish from the floor. Ok, I could go on. I think when I signed the "I can not wait to be a mom" contract, I thought nothing else in my life would change and I would just have this (turns out it is these) little creatures following me around. What, 1 year olds don't like watching CSI??!! What the hell? That must have been in the fine print. And who knew they required three meals a day and snacks every hour?? Who has time to think of that many food ideas?
Alright, enough whining. For now.
I have called my mom more now then ever before (and that was a lot), my Google search history has more toddler and home related searches then I thought possible, I ask people where they buy their kids shoes instead of adult shoes, and I have learned how to sign via my daughters via Baby Einstein.
I am grateful for the learning curve. I am grateful that my daughters do not wake up everyday and say "Now what?" (yet) and I am grateful that there is no rules. No one says I can not put on cartoons for 10 minutes while I make dinner, or an hour and a half while I get some work done. No one says a diet of pancakes, oranges, jelly sandwiches, graham crackers, milk, hot dogs and french fries is going to hurt my kids (ok, some say that, like doctors. But, come on, they are 1.5). Just when I think I am forever ruining my children by not creating some art project everyday to complete after a healthy omelet breakfast and before a veggie burger lunch, one looks at me and says "Mommy shake booty like crocodile?"
We are going to be just fine...

Minnesota Winter Doorway

This is heaven to me