Baby Steps

Quick note

Dear Mya & Enzo,

I am constantly obsessing over what is best for the two of you and I'm sure that will never stop, it's my job.

But today as I saw the two of you walking through the kitchen, together, holding hands, I finally knew what was best for you two.

Each other.

Please don't ever forget that.

I love you.

M~

There's a Time and a Place

Mya's favorite trick at dinner time is to bat her eyelashes and ask to "puuuhhlease" sit in the lap of her loved ones.

Tonight she looked across the table at me and started her routine.

"Mommy, may I sit in your lap, puuuhhhhhleeeease?"

"No, Mya. You need to sit in your seat like a big girl. Please take a bite of your broccoli." It is so hard to be strict sometimes.

Antonio decided to model appropriate behavior,

"Mommy, will you hold me?"

"No, Daddy, not while we are eating dinner," I replied.

"Okay, I'm disappointed but I understand," Antonio shrugged.

Mya looks at Antonio and asks, "What's wrong, Daddy?"

"Oh nothing, Mommy just said she couldn't give me a hug until we were done eating."

"Oh, Daddy! I'll hug you. Come here...come on, I'll hug you." Her arms were outstretched and she waved her fingers to entice him over.

Then Enzo threw Cheerios at my head. I felt like the bad guy.

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."