No tweat here...

I was cleaning out my car the other day when I found a recent receipt for a return I made at Dillard's. I scanned it over and at the bottom, where they shamelessly add a promo code and website for your input, it reads, "Follow us on Twitter." My first thought is, "really?" Which immediately jumps to, "What could Dillard's be posting all day that you must "follow" them to see." They have radio ads, mailers, newspaper ads...why do they need a social media such as Twitter? But since finding this receipt, I have noticed how many others want to be followed on Twitter or Facebook as well. I have the hardest time knowing that my only shower during the week that I might be able to take alone will be the one on Sunday morning which is done in 3 minutes (this includes washing my hair! I know, it's an art.) to get ready for church. Don usually can entertain Sophia during this time and help move Heather along so that we can make it out the door on time. When I want to go to the bathroom, there is usually someone in there with me for that too. Oh, grocery store trips? Yep, you guessed it. Not alone for that either. My point is that while so many others are asking to be "followed," I'm just asking for some alone time! I'm literally asking NOT to be followed!
I don't mean to sound like a mean Mommy, ungrateful for my kids. I LOVE my kids. I ADORE my kids. I want to be around them forever. Luckily, they are still young enough (sort of) that they want to be around me too. So I guess I need to be thankful that I AM followed...without having to tweat!

Any better?

Today was a sad day. My Sophie, who has the will and determination of an ARMY fighter pilot, has given me no choice, but to try new things for lunch and dinner. We go in cycles of shredded turkey and chicken deli meat, grilled chicken, mac n' cheese, Gerber meat sticks...you name it. So today, before leaving for a few hours to run some errands with the family, I thought, "let's try PB&J!" Deep inside, I thought, "No way, she's too young for this. This is a kindergarten lunch." So I guess, I was secretly hoping she wouldn't like it, thus, meaning she was too young. WRONG! We ran a few errands and stopped for lunch. We all sat after making our first trip to the buffet line (we went to Souper Salad), put Sophia in a high chair and placed her sandwich in front of her. She went to town. I had it all cut up in triangles too! She thought it was the greatest. Even better, was when she figured out how to "open" the sandwich to lick all the jelly off! Is this happening? Does my toddler already like PB&J? I feel like I'm days away from checking her backpack for her homework from school and weeks away from handing her the keys to the car and saying, "buckle up!" To the Moms out there: does this get any better? Scratch that, don't tell me. I don't want to know. I don't want to hear that you just potty trained your 18 year old "yesterday." Or that you walked your 21 year old to Kindergarten "last week." I have to stay focused and know, that everyday is truly better than the day before, because God gave me another chance today to be a better Mom than yesterday.

Tanks...

It's a Sunday morning. Normally reserved for church (we are Catholics), but since it's a holiday weekend, Don (the hubs) went golfing and I find myself awake before my kids. These days, that is not the norm. I'm only in my 5th week of pregnancy and already feel like I've been hit by a tank. So being able to brush my teeth and poor a cup of coffee (decaf, of course) was quite a treat! I heard Sophia's sleepy calls, "Mom? Mama? Mooooo-my?" I head upstairs to those gorgeous hazel eyes that thrill me every morning. I open her door to find her standing in her crib, hair covering her face, but a huge smile showing through the mess. "Hi!" she calls out. "Good morning, my sunshine," I say, like I do every morning. I open her window blinds to let some light in and begin pulling out some clothes to change her into for the day. She seems quite busy with something in her hands. Usually, she's already eyed a book in her shelf to ask me to read and take downstairs. But she keeps at it with whatever she holds in her fingers. I finally put my arms around her to give her morning kisses, take her out of the crib and hold her. Still, she seems distracted. I put her on the floor and ask, "Sophie, what do you have? What is that?" She hands me the mystery object. Small, was probably once slimy, but now a little rubbery. Um, it's a booger. Yep, my child has been quite occupied for the past few minutes while I soaked in the sun and relished in my blessings just standing in her room...with a booger. She hands it to me and says, "Here, Mama...tanks!"