Mommin' It Up!

October 31, 2008

Beggar’s Night and a Brow Wax, Woo-hoo!

Tonight we had a great time as usual at Emily’s house for Beggar’s Night! Well, everyone but Sophie that is. She had to pull a few Diva tricks and act like she HATED wearing her chicken costume and HATED being in her stroller and ya da ya da, but we still managed to have fun! Since she was such a grump, this is the best picture I got of her last night in her chicken suit:

I promise you, she was totally adorable! But you’ll have to take my word for it! Joshua and Kate, however were ALL SMILES:

Sammy was the Poisoned Apple to Kate’s Snow White, and he was the most scrumptious apple ever!! I wanted to eat him up!

Ok, now on to the stuff you REALLY care about!! MY EYEBROWS!!

Well, I am pleased to announce that it hardly hurt at all! Seriously! It was NOTHING! I got all worked up over nothing, basically. So, I am dumb. But we all knew that already, so let’s move on and see thems BROWS, mmkay??? Here is the new, improved version:

You can see the before picture here. No more hairs underneath where they should be and no more creeping towards the middle! Yay! And here’s my new haircut:

Take a good look, as it will never look like that again, ’cause I CANNOT flatiron it like that. But I am VERY happy with the cut! Now everyone in the Dayton area, go visit my stylist Janelle and tell her I sent you! She is awesome! She totally kicked booty on the brow wax!

I have lots more great photos of Beggar’s Night that I’ll share on my Weekly Winners post this week. Have a great weekend!

October 21, 2008

Brotherly love

Tonight as I was putting Kate to bed, I was thinking about this post, in which I asked all of you lovely readers just what, exactly, having two kids was like.

The responses were mixed (Aunt Diane said it would be lovely, Jenny said it was going to be TORTURE. And yes, that is a direct quote). Now I can see that you were all right.

While there are many, many times I feel like I am in over my head, and so often it’s hard to know exactly what to do first when the baby’s crying and EVERYTHING is an emergency with the four year old, times like tonight make me so thankful that we took a leap of faith and decided to have another baby. (There’s also a post rolling around in my brain about the often-unasked but ever-present question of “How can I love another as much as my first?” but I don’t have the insight for that one at this hour).

Tonight, Sammy and I went in to tell Kate goodnight. I sat down on the edge of her bed, holding Sam, and he dove head first into her lap. This struck her funny and she laughed and laughed as she held her little brother. And Sam, well, he LOVES Kate. He absolutely lights up when she is around, and tonight was no exception. Seeing them bring such joy to each other absolutely warmed my heart.

This love-fest ended abruptly when Kate pushed him off her lap and said “Mom, get him away from me, he looks like he’s going to throw up.” But it was nice while it lasted.

October 16, 2008

Rough morning.

I got my daily dose of mommy-guilt pretty early this morning.

As we were getting ready to leave, the kids were in the car and I was going back and forth into the house getting everything we needed to leave, and as I walked out the door for the last time, I could see Kate crawling around in the backseat. I pointed at her and said “Get in your chair!” I was really just kidding and didn’t mean to come off harshly, but she couldn’t hear me and could only see my hand gestures.

When I climbed in the car, her lip was quivering, and she said to me, “Mommy, why did you yell at me?” And as I assured her that I didn’t mean to yell or hurt her feelings and was just being silly, the tears started flowing. It wasn’t a manipulative cry, or a I-didn’t-get-my-way cry, she was genuinely sad. And it just about broke my heart.

A couple minutes later, I heard her say “I am going to wear my Hello Kitty jammies to school when it’s pajama day,” and when I turned around and saw the big smile on her face, I could tell that all was forgiven. And when I dropped her off, she playfully pushed me out the door as she always does. She was fine, I know she was.

But it left me very unsettled this morning, and I’m not sure how to get past this feeling.