Ryan Gosling

Because my 24-year-old best friend just won her battle with colon cancer. She's my newest hero.

Little C is CRAWLING!!

Little C is officially a CRAWLER!! He tried for weeks and had multiple bruises and one bloody nose to show for his efforts before finally having his first taste of success.

I can't believe my house is no longer home to any immobile babies. Fairly certain they'll be picking out their first vehicles next month. I do have to say though, that as heartbreaking as it is to watch my tiny infants morphing into toddlers, it's probably the sweetest thing in the world when they crawl to me to be held. I'm so very smitten.

Quit your day job??

I'm starting a small business. Actually, small business might be a little ambitious. I'm going to be making baby-related clothes and other accessories for the most part, but I'm also going to have items that I've made as crafts in the past. i.e. padded camera strap covers. I would LOVE to quit my day job and be a stay-at-home-mom, but I don't think we could afford it unless I develop some kind of lucrative hobby. That being said, our top contenders are:


1. Photography

2. Selling baby crap

3. Accepting money from strangers.


While #1 would likely be the most fun, I just don't have the confidence to do it yet. I LOVE to take pictures and have done a couple different shoots for fun, but it's crazy expensive and I would need a couple more items in my photog bag and more pics in my portfolio before being comfortable charging people for it.

Selling baby crap is probably the wisest choice here. Let's face it - Moms are suckers and can't help but buy all of the cutesy, precious baby things they come across. Trust me. I'm guilty of it too. Now, here's the idea - Moms are going to be making these purchases anyway, so I'm going to sell my unique items cheaper than where similar things can be bought other places. They can buy from me, save a little money, make me some money... Everybody wins.

Obviously, option #3 is my preference. I really want to give this idea the consideration it deserves, so if you've got a PayPal account or a credit card, feel free to contact me to help put my kids through college. They will appreciate not having to attend Mom's Makeshift University in 17.5 years (we're still waiting on our accreditation; it seems to be taking longer than expected).

I believe you guys can make it happen; however, I'm not exactly putting all my eggs in the #3 basket, so the plan for now is to give #2 a go and let's just see where we land.

I've got the ball rolling, but I'm not comfortable going all out with PR until I'm ready to actually make some sales and fill orders. I don't want my first few customers to get poor service (or worse, subpar items) because I jumped the gun. I'm waiting until things are 100% ready before I dive in head-first. I want customers to be completely satisfied, and I just don't think I'm in a place where that can happen just yet. I think people would be about 80% satisfied, and well, that's not good enough. I'll be getting back to you on this though; don't worry about that!


In other news, Little C is trying to crawl. If he figures it out, I'm screwed.

Vacation.

Big C and I went to Branson for the night last Friday. It. Was. Wonderful.

This is the first time that we have gone away for a night since the boys were born. They've stayed with grandparents several times, but never have we been more than 5 minutes away from them overnight.

It went a lot smoother than I expected, and it was also the world's shortest vacation. We were gone for roughly 28 hours. And couldn't have been happier to get home to those little boys.


Having babies really does change you - in the most wonderful, unexpected ways.

Excellent.

You haven't really lived until you've poured vomit out of your bra.

You read that right. Little C wasn't feeling well (apparently) earlier this week. I had just gotten home from work and commenced the bed time countdown. I rocked and fed L without protest or any exciting event. After putting L in bed, I then scooped my other sweet boy up and snuggled him close to my chest because I hadn't seen him all day. We had been sitting down for 2.5 seconds when the explosion occured.

Now, I don't care how much you love your kids or how wonderful you think they are; vomit is vomit. And I was covered in it. When I stood up, it poured out of my lap like a small waterfall. Somehow that sound is only beautiful if you're standing by a rippling stream and looking at a tall, tall cliff watching water cascade in a wonderous white mist. If you're holding your 6 month old child and standing from your glider, it is a disgusting sound.

Tomorrow will be better. It has to.

That's enough Father Time

Alright, Father Time. You can ease up any day now. We muddled through the difficulties of the I'm-so-tired-I-can't-remember-if-I-ate-lunch-or-not era and are into the I-never-knew-saying-"boo"-could-be-so-funny stage. Let's slow it down just a little so we've got time to enjoy this!

L smiled at me this morning, and I'm sure it took him by surprise when I pried his mouth open to prove to myself that I was seeing things and he didn't actually have two tiny teeth in his little bitty mouth. Wrong. There they were. Bright, shiny, and barely through his sweet little gums right in the front on the bottom. My baby has two teeth. How did this happen??! I wasn't sad when Little C popped his first tooth through because I still had one baby who wasn't growing up quite as fast. Now, there are no more toothless babies in my house (and might never be again, we're undecided), and this is just too sad for words. Don't get me wrong though; I am excited about those tiny little teeth! They're undoubtedly two of the cutest teeth I've ever seen, as expected.  

It's all exciting when the first one reaches milestones because I don't get caught up in the fact that this might be the last "first" we get to have. Take Lucas crawling for example: I am SO excited and proud of that sweet little baby!! And it's easy to be excited because his *older* brother is still happily rolling around my living room and showing no interest in crawling or growing up too fast and breaking his Momma's heart. Now when Little C starts crawling, after the excitement of his newest achievement calms down, I'm sure I will have to mourn the fact that my house will no longer be home to tiny infant babies but busy, busy crawlers instead.

I thought time was flying by when I was in college, but I had no idea. Time is screeching past at an appalling pace these days. I would give anything for a little time in a bottle right now. It would be so nice to go back to those first few days at home with my snuggly little boys for just a few minutes. To hold my teeny 5lb babies and let them fall asleep on my chest one more time. I guess the nostalgia makes me appreciate the moments now even more, but still. I can't believe it's been nearly seven months. Hope the second half of their first year of life goes by just a little more slowly.


P.S...

Happy Super Bowl Sunday from L & Little C!!

Face mask. 15 yard penalty. Automatic first down!!

And we're off!!

Holy crap. He's mobile.

I know what you're thinking, and yes, it is one of the cutest things ever. In addition to cute, it is also sad beyond words and terrifying. I thought it was getting difficult to keep up with two boys as is, but now I feel like life is one big game of Frogger... and we're a hop and a skip away from game over. 

It's about to get really interesting at our house. Just wait till he teaches his Little C how to do it. We're in trouble, yo.