I'm in a state of debate lately. I'm trying to figure out if I want to contort my body once again to have another little bundle of joy. I'm even having baby dreams. I don't like it at all.
My dream the other night consisted of me going to my twenty week ultrasound. They did the whole thing and printed out the pictures. They handed me one that showed the full profile of a baby. In the left hand corner there was a smaller picture showing the goods. It was the biggest man penis I had ever seen. It wasn't even a baby penis it was for sure...a man penis. So I'm on the fence about the whole baby thing. I want a fourth child. I really do. I posted a few days ago about the whole boy vs. girl thing in my world. I still want that girl. I'm not so sure that I even have a chance in hell since I'm dreaming about having a boy. A big man penis boy at that.
It's still up for discussion with me and The Assistant so we'll see what's going to happen.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Goofy
I have came her at least a dozen times to write. I have been thinking for the past four days how I wanted to word things. How I could properly put things down about Anna that would show exactly the person that she was. How amazing she was. What a wonderful wife and mother she was. I think I am still in a state of shock that it's real. That she is gone. I'm still stunned to the point that I can't fully write about it. Putting it here would be saying it out loud. I'm not ready to yet. I don't want to yet.
Monday, January 18, 2010
I live in a man's world and I'm totally okay with that
For the longest time, I wanted a girl. Every time I was pregnant, I spent many nights praying and hoping that I would be blessed with a shopping buddy. Another chick to try and even out this house full of nuts and balls. I needed pink in my life. I wanted to buy another Barbie Dream house and play tea party. I was sick of seeing Legos and Hot Wheels scattered around the house. I needed some glitter in my life.
Three kids later...I didn't get it. Not that I don't love my boys with every little piece of my heart but I'm stuck in sports and Hot Wheels hell for a long time. The more I thought about it, the more I appreciate the fact that I do have all boys. Even if I had a little girl right now, she would have three older brothers that would turn her into the biggest tom boy in the world so I think it would be a lost cause.
Seeing little girls running around these days is another reason I'm glad to be surrounded with testesterone. I've seen eight year olds with bejeweled thongs these days. Thirteen year olds are carrying babies in their bellies. Most of these preteens are trying to look like they are eighteen. I don't think I can or want to handle that. I think I would lock a daughter up in a basement I don't have until she was thirty five.
I have always appreciated my boys but now days I'm appreciating them even more. I've became the sports mom and I'm totally okay with that. I don't have to sell cookies. I don't have to do crafts. I can get dirty with them and they don't like to shop so I can actually enjoy going by myself. I get to dance with them when they get married. And for the rest of their lives, they will always be momma's boys.
Three kids later...I didn't get it. Not that I don't love my boys with every little piece of my heart but I'm stuck in sports and Hot Wheels hell for a long time. The more I thought about it, the more I appreciate the fact that I do have all boys. Even if I had a little girl right now, she would have three older brothers that would turn her into the biggest tom boy in the world so I think it would be a lost cause.
Seeing little girls running around these days is another reason I'm glad to be surrounded with testesterone. I've seen eight year olds with bejeweled thongs these days. Thirteen year olds are carrying babies in their bellies. Most of these preteens are trying to look like they are eighteen. I don't think I can or want to handle that. I think I would lock a daughter up in a basement I don't have until she was thirty five.
I have always appreciated my boys but now days I'm appreciating them even more. I've became the sports mom and I'm totally okay with that. I don't have to sell cookies. I don't have to do crafts. I can get dirty with them and they don't like to shop so I can actually enjoy going by myself. I get to dance with them when they get married. And for the rest of their lives, they will always be momma's boys.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
It's a new year...and the same ole me!
I should be more than ashamed of myself. It's been six months. Six long months of not posting not one single thing in this blog. My sailor mouth has kept me in the more uncensored side of me over at Tumblr. It has been getting a lot of love from me lately. Blogger...not so much.
I don't even know where to begin to catch up for the past six months. So...I'm not going to. Life has been way too busy to try and even remember what happened yesterday, let alone six months ago. I could say that I would make a New Year Resolution to write here more. But...as a mother...we all know how that's going to pan out. So, I'm going to try.
My boys are as crazy as ever. Einstein is doing amazingly well up in the Virginie with the grandparents. His grades are amazing as ever and he is being overspoiled. No wonder the kid never wants to move back home. I wouldn't want to either if I had a built in butler aka Granny at my every beck and call and I got every single little thing that my heart desired. It may end up being a double edged sword for me. Letting this kid live where he is happy might bight me in the arse one day when he thinks that the world revolves around him. I don't think it will take me too long to snap his overindulged self back into reality...my reality.
Brudder is gearing up for the FCAT at school in a few months. He's nervous. I don't know why, considering he is a practical genius. It must be nice to have knowledge come so easily to you. Except in Science. For the life of the poor kid, he can't grasp the concept that he has to actually study something. Granted, he is pulling a B in the subject but as a mother to kids who always get A's, getting a B is something new to me. (yes, I am so tooting my motherly horn because it's my blog and I can) He rocked out as much as possible during football season and baseball season is right around the corner. I love being involved with all of his sports activities. It's a lot of work but so worth it to watch him play and have a great time.
Boog...he is still Boog. His brothers make him meaner by the minute. His little sweet side, when it comes out, melts my heart. He is learning how to play video games so that has made my days a little more interesting with him. Watching his learning the Wii cracks me up on a daily basis. His personality is so much like mine that sometimes it's really difficult to discipline him. Mainly because some of the things that come out of his mouth...I've though the same things in the same situations. I can't hate on him for that. So, I have learned that I have to pick my battles with him. It's better than a complete meltdown. My baby is growing up way too fast. In exactly three weeks, my little man is turning four. I'm still trying to decide when exactly that all happened. I'm sure I'll be saying that at his high school graduation as well.
As for me. I'm glad 2009 is over. It was a rough one. I'm hoping that this year will look a lot brighter. I'm hoping good things will be coming my way. It's my year of being a little selfish. I'm ready to give back to myself a little more this year. Not that I don't love doing things for the world around me but I feel like that is what I have spent most of my life doing. It's "me" time this year. I need a little more of that. I deserve a little more of that.
Happy 2010 everyone. May this year bring everything you want and need. If your resolution is to work out more...I'm already laughing on the inside at you. Much love.
I don't even know where to begin to catch up for the past six months. So...I'm not going to. Life has been way too busy to try and even remember what happened yesterday, let alone six months ago. I could say that I would make a New Year Resolution to write here more. But...as a mother...we all know how that's going to pan out. So, I'm going to try.
My boys are as crazy as ever. Einstein is doing amazingly well up in the Virginie with the grandparents. His grades are amazing as ever and he is being overspoiled. No wonder the kid never wants to move back home. I wouldn't want to either if I had a built in butler aka Granny at my every beck and call and I got every single little thing that my heart desired. It may end up being a double edged sword for me. Letting this kid live where he is happy might bight me in the arse one day when he thinks that the world revolves around him. I don't think it will take me too long to snap his overindulged self back into reality...my reality.
Brudder is gearing up for the FCAT at school in a few months. He's nervous. I don't know why, considering he is a practical genius. It must be nice to have knowledge come so easily to you. Except in Science. For the life of the poor kid, he can't grasp the concept that he has to actually study something. Granted, he is pulling a B in the subject but as a mother to kids who always get A's, getting a B is something new to me. (yes, I am so tooting my motherly horn because it's my blog and I can) He rocked out as much as possible during football season and baseball season is right around the corner. I love being involved with all of his sports activities. It's a lot of work but so worth it to watch him play and have a great time.
Boog...he is still Boog. His brothers make him meaner by the minute. His little sweet side, when it comes out, melts my heart. He is learning how to play video games so that has made my days a little more interesting with him. Watching his learning the Wii cracks me up on a daily basis. His personality is so much like mine that sometimes it's really difficult to discipline him. Mainly because some of the things that come out of his mouth...I've though the same things in the same situations. I can't hate on him for that. So, I have learned that I have to pick my battles with him. It's better than a complete meltdown. My baby is growing up way too fast. In exactly three weeks, my little man is turning four. I'm still trying to decide when exactly that all happened. I'm sure I'll be saying that at his high school graduation as well.
As for me. I'm glad 2009 is over. It was a rough one. I'm hoping that this year will look a lot brighter. I'm hoping good things will be coming my way. It's my year of being a little selfish. I'm ready to give back to myself a little more this year. Not that I don't love doing things for the world around me but I feel like that is what I have spent most of my life doing. It's "me" time this year. I need a little more of that. I deserve a little more of that.
Happy 2010 everyone. May this year bring everything you want and need. If your resolution is to work out more...I'm already laughing on the inside at you. Much love.
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