Get an alarm system!

Mya just came running into the kitchen:

"I was playing and I fell down! Then a crazy man came running! I got up and the crazy man chased me!"

"Mya, who is the crazy man?" I secretly freaking out, asked.

"Enzo!"

Oh yeah, I forgot he's walking now.

A Day in the Life

Okay, do I have my wallet? Yes.

Cell phone? Yes.

Keys? Yes.

My shoes are the right ones, I checked twice.

Baby on my hip, check.

Load into the mini-van for the hundredth time. How many more times will I do this in my life?

Okay, through the doors of Trader Joes....

"Hi." Why do people constantly stop and talk to me? Sometimes I just need to shop.

I really want that brie, no... I shouldn't eat that much soft cheese. I'll put it back.

Oooh, samples! I loooove samples. And its tortilla chips!

My purse is getting heavy, I need to hand it off.

I need more tortilla chips.

Sweet! A whole bag!

"Thank you." I KNOW my hair is amazing, there have to be other people out there with hair like this.

*smile* "Thank you". Yes, I am surprisingly, obviously, feminine. Thank you for saying I'm gorgeous. "This is Enzo." Maybe if I re-direct the attention....

Why do they say, "He's suuuuuuch a BOY!"?

The baby on my hip, plus shopping, plus this purse, plus trying to eat tortilla chips, plus the constant compliments...I'm getting grumpy.

Now I really want those organic, baked, cheetos. They are put into the cart.

Time to be rung up.

This is taking forever. I can't wait to get to the car to eat my cheetos.

"Thank you sir," I say with a nod. Yes, I know, its a good hair day, I'm precious, and I carry a purse.

I'll pay (hands over mom's old Costco card). Oh wait, my phone is ringing! It's Daddy.

"Ask him when he's coming home." Mommy says.

"Daddy, when you coming home? Oh. He says in 60 hours."

Mya and Jillienne do Trader Joes. The end.

Things I Never Thought I Would Say (or have to say)

You have to wear pants if you are going outside.

You can't have the toy, until you eat your meal. (Seriously thought I would NEVER feed my child a happy meal)

These are brussels sprouts. Can you have some? Yes, after you eat your ice cream. (In my defense, she had already eaten her very healthy dinner)

Yes, underwear are cool, but you don't need to show them to everyone!

Don't cry over spilled milk. (Apparently, chocolate milk spilled on your white socks is devastating)

Always be my baby...

It's bedtime, silence is coming....

"Mahhhhhhmmmm, will you wock me?"

"Yes honey, I'll be up in a minute." The dishes will have to wait.

This is the conversation I walked in on:

"But, whyyyyyyy, Daddy?"

"I called you baby, because you will always be my baby."

"No, Daddy, I your big girl."

That's Not an Ottoman!

Big news! Yesterday Enzo walked to me! It was pretty exciting to see his first steps that weren't forced upon him.

In an attempt to get him up on his feet on a regular basis I moved an ottoman into our family room.

When Mya saw it she asked, "What's dis, Mommy?"

"An ottoman, " I replied.

"Dat's not an otto-man, it's a stand up-jump to the couch- and go boom, thing," she informed me.

Splash

I know for certain that when kids are involved splashes are NEVER a good thing.

Did someone just over flow the sink?

Did someone just jump in the pool?

Did someone just dump a sippy cup?

This morning Mya "went potty." As I was about to assist with clean up I was bent over her and the toilet.

The next thing I know the fastest crawler this side of the Mississippi, bellies up to the toilet with ammo in hand. Before I could stop him he throws a baby bottle in the toilet just missing Mya's behind.

Splash! Toilet water (with poo in it, mind you) in both of my eyes.

Wanna play 52 card pick up?

When we were kids and you were asked this question, you learned quickly that saying "Yes!" only happened once with every person.

However, motherhood has forced me to say yes at least 4 times a day. With cards, blocks, play food, puzzle pieces, you name it. I swear they all have 52 pieces.

Someday I'll miss the 1 million squats I do a day. Someday I'll long for the pain of stepping on a puzzle piece barefoot. Someday I'll faintly hear the squeals of delight that follow dumping everything on the floor.

Today, I am grateful for all the "little messes" in my life.