Wednesday, August 26, 2009

If at first you don't succeed, do something else.

I have been trying again and again to upload a certain video of certain children. You may have noticed the blank post that's been on here for the past few days. Well, it's gone. I am going to for-go uploading that certain video (which starred a certain mini-man and his talkative nature), and head straight to this one (which I have yet to attempt to upload... so it may or may not be at the bottom of this post) which stars a certain toddler with a tendency to drop it like it's haaawwwwwt whenever there is any kind of beat in the background, whether it be music or Eli's very loud and creaky swing.

Enjoy. (maybe.) (...and as an added bonus, get to see some white lady in her pj's who has yet to brush her teeth or comb her hair or even look in a mirror get down with her bad-ars self.) (...and all credit of the music goes to the britney spears channel of pandora.)


Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Changes.

Things are changing.

I wear glasses now. And aside from a few days where it felt like I had been punched in the face (trust me, I asked Paul about 5 times if he would please just tell me if he hit me while I was sleeping... which he didn't.). Anyway, aside from that, the transition has been smooth. I was amazed (like, truly slack-jawed, with audible gasps and everything) at how much better I can see with them strapped to my face.

We are putting the house up for sale. We've been clearing out all of the 'stuff' we've accumulated throughout the years (and... WOW) to be put into a garage sale this Saturday. Which... I've never taken part in a garage sale before, so it should be fun. We have been looking at houses around the area. Big thing we are looking for... 3 bedrooms on the same level. Right now, the master bedroom and one other room are on the upper floor, while the other two are in the basement. I had planned on having the kids share a room for a bit, so this wasn't a problem. But, considering Alex can not only climb out of the crib, but also into the crib, this won't be happening. I have seen her try to end his life once already (death by eye-gouging.... I walked around the corner to see her thumb IN HIS EYEBALL. That image will forever be burned in my memory....*shudder*), and I don't care to walk into their bedroom one morning to find her sitting on Eli's head. And there is no way I am going to put either of them on a different floor than us at this point... especially since the basement becomes ridiculously cold come November... So.... three bedrooms. Same floor. Also, no pool. We've had enough of sinking money into that, thank you very much. When the kids are older, maybe we'll give it another go.

Also, I am slowly trying to adjust my days to prepare myself for when they will get much longer. Paul is going on deployment for four months come January (WHIIIIIINE), and between now and then, he will be going on trips for work, a week here, two weeks there. I have been attempting to get to the end of the day not feeling like I am going to collapse if so much as an ant blows on me. At this point, I look forward to Paul getting home every day, offering some relief from these two angels of mine. Maybe 'look forward to' is too weak of a phrase. I NNNEEEEEEED Paul to get home and snatch these children away from me before I chuck them over the balcony. I think some days he gets home and he can just see the look in my eyes. The look that tells him to move slowly and not make any sudden movements and to remove the children from my line of sight right this second or so help me...

So yes. I am trying to do things while he is at work like go grocery shopping with both, shower, all those little things that get so much more complicated when you have children. I would like to have somewhat of a routine down before he up and leaves me.

That being said, if anyone wants to visit between January and May, feel free!


Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Today.

August 12.

Happy Anniversary, to my one and only.

On this day, 3 years ago (has it really only been THREE years?... or is it... has it ALREADY been THREE years? I can't tell), we said our vows, we walked down an aisle, we cut some cake.

On this day, 2 years ago, I threw up a few times, we ate a bland dinner because that was the only thing I could stomach (because something very special was growing in there), and we went to bed early.

On this day, 1 year ago, we were adjusting to our new lives as parents, oblvious to the fact that our lives were about the take another crazy step forward.

And now, 3 years in, this day no longer represents a walk down the aisle. It no longer represents a big party with some pretty awesome food (from what I hear... I didn't actually get to eat that much). It represents two beautiful children. It represents a year in England and two in St. Louis, with nothing but each other. It represents the loss of lives we cherished dearly, as well as the gift of so many new little ones in our families. It represents more trials and triumphs in the many years ahead. It represents so much. I am very happy and very proud to say that August 12, 2006 was not the best day in my life. I had hoped it wouldn't be. There have been too many days to count since then that sweep it under the carpet. And I hope that there will be many more.

Happy day, Paul.

Love,

Your Laura