Monthly Archives: February 2011

New fun in the house.

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You gotta love getting a voicemail that goes like this:

From J: Hi there. So I was calling so that you could talk me out of doing a potentially stupid thing, but since you are not answering, I guess I’m just going to go ahead and do it anyway.

Oh yes. And you better believe that I called him back the minute I got that call. And I got his voicemail and left a message something to this effect:

From C: Um…seriously? If you think it might be a potentially stupid thing…why are you still going ahead with it?  Call me back. Now!

Thankfully it wasn’t actually something stupid. At work on Friday they had a bunch of tech-y stuff they were playing with and he decided that we really needed an Xbox 360 with the Kinect thing.

Eh. Whatever. I am so very blase about all of that tech-y stuff, but I know better than to talk him out of his electronics – that would be like him trying to talk me out of something crafty. So needless to say, he came home with it on Friday night.

And now I give you further proof that Daddy is by far the more fun parent. The girls think he is a hero and are obsessed with the games. But Mommy does loves how crazy active the games are. Emma was actually sore on Sunday morning from all of the jumping and movement she did on Saturday. Daddy and I still disagree on the “screen time” debate – but it will give me lots of practice trying to get action shots in low light. (Which I clearly need!)

We transformed the playroom into a gaming room for the SuperBowl for the kids who didn’t really care about the actual game.

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And yes, I know Em has a Favre jersey on and he is no longer with the Packers (and also a creepy old man who doesn’t understand how camera phones work), but she doesn’t know any of that and it is the only GB jersey Daddy has. Plus, she only watched the halftime show, so I think that little detail can be overlooked and no harm done.

Dipy Week #53 ~ Behind

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How very appropriate that Kimberly and I played along with BEHIND as the theme for this week since we are both clearly behind on life right now. I love that we both picked two of our favorite behinds to feature…and neither of us were brave enough to do our own.

Mine is the view I’ve had of Em since she started piano lessons this week. She is nothing if not persistent. When she puts her mind to something she is determined to finish it. Ad is also taking lessons and told me that “we need two pianos so Emma and I can practice together.”  Hmmm…dueling pianos. THAT wouldn’t push me over the edge.

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Coming Clean.

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I fear that I have given you all the wrong idea about life here at Chaos. I am feeling a little bit guilty and really need to come clean.

It isn’t that I have been lying, but maybe I have  not been entirely truthful. As I was catching up on my email and blog reading this weekend I saw that my friend Christina, who is always telling me I lead such a “charmed life,” wrote, “I’m a much better mom when someone is watching.” Hmm…that really struck a chord with me. And then my friend Kimberly did an entire post about how much she chooses to put on her blog and what she leaves out. That kind of hit home, too.

When I started this blog it was for my family to follow along with our adventures while getting fed a steady stream of photos of the girls. It has since evolved into a baby book-like milestone documentation, a little jumble of craftiness,  and a whole lot of photos. But I still mostly think of it as a vehicle for when I will need a trip down memory lane after my birdies have left the nest. And I think that is why I subconsciously self-edit a lot of my posts. I want to remember all of the sweet, take-my-breath away moments. But when I look back through the archives, I realize it so isn’t the whole picture.

In fact, I’m probably giving you maybe 25% of the picture. So let me tell you the “rest of the story.”

The girls are not the angels they are usually depicted to be. They fight like all siblings do. They do not instinctively pick up after themselves. They throw fits when I suggest “why don’t you just wear the sweater that is right here.” They contradict me and have been called out on being “sassy” more times than I’d like to admit. Emma whines or does this baby talk thing and Addie “talks” in cat meows, both of which drive me to the brink of insanity.

Through it all, I try to be a patient. loving mom, that mom I want to be (or am when others are watching), but more often than not, I fail with a big, fat F. By the end of the day I just don’t have another ounce of patience. I yell. I am easily frustrated when I have to repeat myself and I’ve been known to just pretty much…give up. I get to the point where I “just-don’t-care-how-or-what-you-do-just-get-INTO-bed-NOW-before-I-get-up-to-your-room!” That old saying “when Momma’s unhappy, nobody’s happy” really rings true in our house most days in our house.

So why am I telling you all of this? I don’t know – I guess I don’t want you to think it is always rainbows and sunshine over here. I want to be able to vent occasionally and I do it best through writing, so I don’t want you to be totally surprised when I sit down and write an out-of-left-field rant. And I also want you to know the behind the scenes, I am like every other ordinary mom trying to raise kids that will be kids. I don’t have it all figured out, I’m just a pretty good actor.

In the end, it all comes down to – when I look back, I don’t want to remember the days that I am not the mom I want to be. I want to remember the amazing moments and feel like I really did enjoy the little things. So I won’t apologize anymore, but there will always be more “good day” posts than “bad day” ones. And lots of photos, too.

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