Big Time

As a working mommy I am always on the lookout for new weekend family adventures,

Opportunities to spend good quality time for a small price,

And Sunday we did just that...

On our way..

Running ahead..
Following behind..
Our destination..


Big Shovel..

But the very best part?

Water..
And rocks..

Junky Treasures

I have wanted to spend a Saturday going to Garage Sales for a while now but I always seem to be working...

So today, when we rolled out of bed, we got ready and our family of four made the rounds...

I thought you might like to see our treasures...

Two Mo-Mos $.25/each

One Mo-Mo $.50

Two Matchbox Vrooms (one of which is a way cool tow truck) $.50/each

Clothes for the boys $2.50 total (not pictured)

A tractor $.25

Some very chic stilettos....for me $2.00

An incredible Wet Seal top to wear with jeans on my next date night, or maybe even a dress if I DARE! ($1)

I also got a cozy sweater that I can see being my new favorite $1.
And my husband gets kudos for being a great sport, even though he didn't get one single thing!

A Lil' Bragging

We had our family photos taken on Sunday and I have to tell you I am so proud of my beautiful family...

I mean I am not afraid to brag,

Look at these faces...

Look at these smiles...

Look at my super handsome husband....


I am so blessed!!!

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

Letter to Wal-Mart Going Mothers

Dear Mothers at Wal-Mart,

I realize there was a mild meltdown in Wal-Mart over a VROOM today,
Several of you asked if I needed help...
(not sure what gave you that impression?)
I mean just because I have a two year old child in the middle of the floor kicking and flailing his arms and legs....screaming at the top of his lungs, 20 minutes past nap time doesn't mean I need help....seriously I have it under control.

And just because I am carrying a crying 6 month old around in his car seat, chasing the above screaming two year old to the toy department, where I will once again tell him he is NOT getting a VROOM as other parents are gawking...also does not mean I need help.

Yes this is a tad embarrassing but my main goal is taking care of my children and the screaming two year old is my fault, I pushed the envelope attempting to do the selfish act of buying a diaper genie refill when I knew good and well it was nap time. I have this under control....

But more importantly, I do not need your comments about having my hands full or the stares like I must be the most incompetent parent in the world. In fact you are better off leaving me alone because you might comment on how patient I am with my children, but I will not be so patient when you insult my babies or snidely remark on what you feel I am lacking as a parent. Just turn around, buy your groceries and pretend you don't see us, because next time the roles might be reversed.

Sincerely,

A Super Night

Long ago in a land far, far away a perfectly beautiful princess awaits her prince charming...

TIME OUT(insert that record scratching sound effect)

I have two boys (hence the blog name)

Yet, I was that pre-mother who dreamed of tutus and bows, matching dresses and painted fingernails,

I am imagined the dark haired little girl with big brown eyes who would wrap my husband around her little pinky finger,

Who would ask me about make-up and boys,

And whose wedding I would plan down to every amazing detail.

But God had different plans and I am pleasantly surprised how quickly I embraced dirt, woo woos and vrooms,

I can push mo-mos, climb in a sandbox and play ball in a skirt and high heels,

I know names of Thomas and all his little engine friends,

And I thoroughly enjoyed taking my little boys to Super Hero Night at Chick-Fil-A (once again in high heels),

I loved every french fry moment stuffing, so we could bounce, get superman painted on our face and visit with the heros minute.

Who knew boys would be this much fun?

(And look even Wonder Woman wears heels)

Confessions of a Co-Sleep-a-holic Continued

By the time I got home from work last night Aidan Kale was already in bed and that familiar ache of a failing parent crept oh so silently upon me,

My head tells me I am a great Mommy, but my heart misses each and every minute away from his smiles and mooches and seeing old things new through his eyes.

I miss bath time and the smell of baby lotion, I miss cuddling on the couch before bed and negotiating mooches before he will go to sleep,

I even miss watching Wishies, Vrooms and Mickey,

I miss reading 10 plus books and brushing the wish, Mommy, Daddy and Bubba out of his teeth,

So I wonder often, how does my work affect him? How will it affect Kam?

And last night the nagging ache, the fear of failure drove me right into my sleeping two year old's bedroom where I scooped him up and brought him to my bed

and when that drowsy little voice asked "Mommy home?", my eyes filled with tears as I wrapped my arms around him savoring the few hours of sleep we would share before I went to work yet again.

What a Morning

A few weeks ago KKS and I used a business trip as reason to get-a-way just the two of us,

During the day I learned about marketing eServices, at night we went to dinner with friends and stayed up late,

we learned all about wine flights and picked random places to have real conversations that didn't include changing diapers, baths and bedtime.

Ahhhhh, I regress......

Probably because this morning was one of those mornings,

probably because I had to prepare and give training the last two days on marketing eServices to my colleagues,

probably because the training started at 8 am and for some reason I was not at work until 5 minutes til,

probably because I was then extremely flustered and felt like I might be a bit OFF,

probably because yesterday training went so well that my Manager commented that it was excellent, yet today....I was only good,

probably because my performance at work has much to do with the state of our home,

probably because Aidan Kale woke this morning at 4:30 am and once I got out of bed he was in a mood,

an extremely ornery mood,

flipping on lights while Daddy and Kam were sleeping,

attempting to fill his water gun and shoot me,

climbing onto Daddy's bathroom counter and bathing in the sink full of running water with his jammies on, all while brushing his teeth......

But the final straw was at 7:00 am,

Me: "KKS have you seen my keys?"

KKS: "No last time I saw them they were right here..."

Me: "I think you moved them last night when you were making dinner"

KKS: "No I put them right here..."

7:10 am,

not in my purse,

not in my bathroom,

not in my car,

not on the counter,

not in the catch-all (but did find KKS' watch)

not in my purse even when I completely empty every inch of it,

not in my bedroom,

not in the crack between the refrigerator and the counter....

7:20 am,

AKS (with the sweet jingle of keys in the background running towards me with a big smile): "Mommy keys!"

Me: "Aidan where did you find these?"

AKS: BLANK LOOK

Me consciously making the decision NOT to scold him for hiding the keys, but instead say: "Thank you buddy, I love you, bye bye"

Maybe I was just "good" at work today, but I am hoping I was "excellent" as a Mommy and in the end, that is what matters most.

Fifteen

Tonight my handsome husband and I are going to our 15 year High School reunion,

I didn't go to our ten year because I didn't want to see my High School Sweetheart, the tall, dark and handsome football, baseball player who stole my heart and just never gave it back, but who will swear it was all my fault.

I was afraid if I saw him I would remember things I just wanted to forget,
Because when I think of those impressionable years, I don't remember much that doesn't include him or at least the thought of him.



Sophomore year with so many firsts,

Junior year filled with utter heartbreak,


Senior year imprisoned with bitterness and anger, trying unsuccessfully to finally say good-bye.

 Oh how things have changed in the last five years,

I am going to the reunion this year, but I am going with my High School Sweetheart because he is now my husband,

There have been many twists and turns, ups and downs, tears, heartache, confessions and forgiveness and whatever got us from there to here,

I would do it all again.
So tonight when we walk into that reunion, I am grateful for those high school years, for those memories, good and bad, that will always include my husband and for the incredible life we have created.

One More Mess

Only this time the mess was Mommy's.....