Ice Cream and Cake and Cake

 

It’s a very special person’s birthday today.

She’s funny.

She has excellent fashion sense (especially when it comes to jewlery)

She is smart.

She is hilarious. 

She is VERY good looking. 

She is inspirational.

She is a wonderful friend.

She is the best baby sitter in the whole wide world.

 

She is a strong women of God.

She is known to say silly things. Ask lots of questions. And break into song for no reason.

She is my baby sister.

Happy birthday baby sister.  Let’s eat some ice cream and cake and cake.

Happy (grand)Mothers Day!

Mother’s day again, so soon!  I can’t believe this is my second one. 

As I was thinking about what kind of mom I have become, I can’t help but think who helped to shape me this way.  And that means thinking about my mom, grandma and all the other motherly figures I have had the blessing to share my life with.

We were watching old videos today of my grandparents and mom.  If I have said this once, I have said it a thousand times, it breaks my heart knowing that my grandma didn’t get to see me as a mother, or even as a young adult.  Watching those videos, put a little tear in my eye, not because she is gone, but because I cannot believe how much my mom emulates her. 

My mom has become the best grandma in the world. Just like her mom was.  I might not like that she sneaks her snacks, juice and chocolate or that she lets her stay up too late.  But there is nothing better than seeing her with Gianna.  She is wonderful. 

Which is no real surprise, because she is a fabulous mother and friend.  Each time I see her (which is a lot!) I see the relationship between them growing.  There is nothing that can replace the bond between a mother and her child, or her grandchildren.

 

There is also a new grandma in my life.  My step-grandma.  She sends me emails all the time from Florida, and this was in the latest one!

Her and grandpa are hilarious. And fabulous with Gianna.  Which is no surprise because they are great with their “real” granddaughters and have taken my sisters and I as their own from day one.  We miss them when they are gone playing with their friends all winter! 

My daughter does not lack wonderful female role models in her life.  These two women are some of the best around and I just hope that I can live up to their standards one day.

When do you have time for THAT, and by THAT I mean S-E-X.

Apparently, once your child turns 1, the most common question to be asked is “so, when are you gonna spit out another one?”* 
Let me ask you this question people, When the hell are we supposed to have sex, or even have a second to think about having sex? 

See exhibit A, also known as incredibly rambunctious small child:
 
I mean, I know that I may be busier than the average bear, but STILL!  I can barely fit dinner into my day, let alone sex.

Also – there is the issues that have surfaced over the actual act itself. 

You see, since the birth of exhibit A, the lady parts are not all they used to be.  I actually think that the doctors possibly swapped out my vagina and replaced it with the Sahara.  Totally ridiculous.   Totally a buzz kill.

We have tried everything to turn the Sahara into the Pacific without success.  Again, totally ridiculous.

Pair the Sahara with the Tired and we have a recipe for something that does NOT equal sex.  Then, when the Tired is paired with the Extreme Stress, just forget it people, there is no hope.  This is not the sexy threesome it appears to be.  Poor husband.  He makes the effort, I fall asleep.  He tries to get me liquored up in an effort to get to the sex help me forget about the Extreme Stress, I fall asleep on the couch at 9:30pm.  

This brings me back to my first question, again, HOW do parents of a one year old have time to even think about adding to the crazy?!!  We want to have more kids, one day, but as the days go on I wonder when that day will be?  Can I really love anyone more than I love this face:
  
And, will my vagina, the Sahara & the Tired ever get their stories straight long enough for it to even be possible to make a college effort at procreation?!!



*I swear to you, I was asked that exact question

Birthday Month

May is the best month of the year.

Because it’s my birthday month! (and my sister’s, renee, danifred, jj and a few other fun people!)
Also because it’s the beginning of warm weather. Sunshine. Almost summer.

I have been pretty blessed when it comes to birthday months, they have pretty much rocked for my whole life. And, since my birthday is at the end of the month I get to celebrate longer!
This year, my birthday month is even better. Because the big thing I told you about here, is happening. It’s the biggest, best birthday present ever.
Approximately 1400 square feet big.

After what felt like forever, we finally found a house.  I can’t begin to tell you how excited we are about this. 
What I am not excited about, is packing.  I hate packing. A lot. There will be many bitch sessions posts regarding this topic, I am sure.

Wordless Wednesday

Which is cuter?

The pigtails or the baby carrying the babies?