"Don't forget my love!!!" -both girls whenever someone is departing (daddy leaves for work, Aunties, uncles, granny, grandpa, etc.)
"Mrs. Clause is probably very sweet and calm. I might fall in love with her. I will probably fall in love with Mrs. Clause." -Cecilia, in anticipation of Sunday's visit with Santa and maybe Mrs. Clause at Ace Hardware (who needs the mall when Santa is going to be five blocks away!)
"Daddy wishes he had an office job." -Andrew is tired of the cold weather and 12 hour days.
I've been dying to post a blog, but I usually fall into bed after the girls are in bed so that I get plenty of rest while waking up three times (only three?) during the night for Julian nursing and diaper changes. We've been having a lovely winter with tons of snow and cold days. The girls are slowly getting over a cold and are a bit more wiped out than usual, which means less time outside and more time inside and more toys for mama to pick up throughout the day. Oh well. At least they know how to entertain themselves and have fun. Yesterday, Julian took a five hour nap and I was able to get the entire house cleaned up, or so I thought, until seeing the tornado that was occurring in the girls' bedroom, including comforters stripped from the beds to form a "slide" and landing area. I sort of love picking up the toys sometimes and finding the fun situations that they create in their play. Blocks built into beds, houses, Barbies in loving embraces, Raggedy Ann and Andy sitting on the couch, eating trays and plates of "soup," scarves tied into "nests" for birds, rocks that are chicken eggs, mermaid costumes built from bolts of blue fabric over a swimming suit, etc. It kills me how they are always pretending to be everyone else: Arlo & Ona, Jackie and Hudson (with a doll as Quinlan,) Marie and Lily (with a doll for Tucker,) the neighbors, the bakery girls, Petco workers, Layne and Marion (that is one of my favorites . . . Cecilia always wants to be Layne . . . and she's always telling me stories about when she was a big boy . . . reminds me of Finn and his stories about when he was a Man.) The other day, Cecilia told, "Long, long years ago, when I was a big boy, I didn't have a mommy because my mommy died! And I walked to the store by myself, with no mommy." I guess she was a latchkey kid in her former life or something . . . and maybe also a transvestite because she also says that she was a big girl, then she was a big boy, then she was a big girl and then she was a big boy again.
Aaanyway - we've been counting down the days to Christmas and the girls finally decided on what they want from Santa. Francesca, at first wanted the same thing she got last year, which was Thomas Action Canyon (a big plastic train set which is in Granny's garage at present.) Cecilia also wanted the same thing: A big bowl of ice cream. They have both since changed their minds. Francesca now wants a goldfish. No problemo. Cecilia now wants an ice cream CONE. No problemo.
I'll be posting some great pics soon. We had a photo shoot from the same lady that did my pal Jackie's pictures and they turned out great. She came to my house, brought lighting and camera and stayed for almost two hours for only $75 - and she gave me the CD of pics. She even said that if I wanted anything photoshopped further, to let her know. Sweet!
So - let's see . . . we're REALLY missing our old friends Heather, Anna, Daniel, baby Lily and Matthew, lately. Francesca woke up crying and missing them the other night. We're hoping they'll move back here. We've just been taking it easy, baking, walking, trudging through snow, going to story time at the library (which we LOVE, LOVE, LOVE) and that's about it. Julian is sweet and easy going. The girls are starting to take more interest in him and I think Cecilia is starting to pinch him less. She's got that Kathie/Hayley gene for pinching animals, elbows and small babies, hee hee.)
The other day, I had Julian in the baby carrier, inside my parka, pulling the girls down the middle of the street in the sled and a neighbor said, "Man! I want to be them!" And I totally thought he was going to say, "I want to be you!" because even though the girls were giggling like mad, having fun, I'm pretty sure that I'm the one having the most fun. I can't remember if I posted about my friend Leah saying that in childbirth, Ina May Gaskin told her that, "Its all about the gratitude." When she told me that, I wasn't sure I got it. Since Julian's birth, I TOTALLY get it. Not only in times of birth, but in my everyday, the more gratitude I feel for everything in my life, the more love I feel in my heart and the better everything smells, looks, tastes, sounds, seems and IS. Its gratitude that keeps me from yelling, "GET YOUR BOOTS ON!" and instead makes me sing the "boots song." I'm even feeling gratitude towards my mean-*ss rooster lately . . . he hasn't been attacking and the hens are laying again. I hope this isn't too much of a horn-tooting post, but, life is good!
Let me see . . . what anti-horn-tootin' could I share . . . uh, Julian peed on me today, but that's pretty run of the mill for baby boys, I guess. I still can't believe with what force a little tiny human being can shoot pee. Its crazy. And surprising, every time. I'm excited to join the gym for Christmas. I was going to get a picture of me with the girls and Julian, but walked by a mirror and changed my mind. Good lord! Not only is my hair just horrendous, but my body is just as hilarious. I have rolls of fatty goodness that look way too much like my grandma's rolls of fatty badness (no offense to Grandma.) Its not so much that I care, because I know that as soon as I get back in my exercise groove, my body will get back to normal, its just funny to have this body that isn't my body. I feel like I'm wearing a fat suit! Its kinda fun, in a way, but ever so cumbersome. My butt feels like I accidentally sat on a couple bowls of jello and they're stuck there . . . wibbling, wobbling around back there, laughing . . . Ha! Ha! This a-way, Ha! Ha! that a-way . . .
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