Force Those Laugh Lines

Hey y'all,

Realities of parenthood:

Hoarding that formula powder like it's crack cocaine. 

No, but seriously -- how do they get off charging so much for so little? It's an abomination. 

Do you need a laugh today? Well, here's one at my expense:

Today my mantra is that laughing burns more calories than crying. (It's scientifically proven.) Yes, I'm a crybaby. But also we're leaving for the beach in two weeks and I need to look hawt for hubby -- or at least like I haven't spent the last two years pregnant and popping babies and potato chips at random. So laughing it is. 

Seriously, though: I have the tendency to act like my life is falling apart even though it's not. And of course my kids feed off of that. Ugh. Can a mom not let her hair down? (The answer is, no, by the way. Or else it gets pulled by grabby hands.) My kids view the world through me and my reactions pretty much 90% of the time right now. Talk about pressure. It's ok to cry and admit things are hard; but sometimes it's good to take a step back and realize that the sky really isn't falling as much as we might hope it would. (Some days I'm like, "The rapture could happen at ANY SECOND, Lord, and I'm ok with that... any second...")

So today, when the diaper explodes on my freshly vacuumed rug, or the puppy chews my phone, or the Candy Land gameboard gets ripped in half -- or I spill a whole bottle of that wonderful, sticky, $$ white powder, like I just did -- I'm going to choose to laugh instead of cry/scream/pull my hair out. Because of the calories burned. Because of my babies' smiles when they see mommy having a good time. Because Jesus could come at any second. And I don't want Him to catch me giving in to the little things. He has made me stronger than that. Furthermore: He has blessed me. 

6 Months Later....

Hey y'all,

Ohmygosh I'm aliiiiiivvveeee!!

Wow. It's been a hot minute since I was loyal to you blog readers. I am so. sorry. #babies

One is currently boycotting his morning nap even though he begged me for one; but it's probably because the other one is currently trying to scan an outlet safety plug with the printer and singing very loudly while she does it. And of course it's a song about pears.

(I will be taking no questions as to why she has an outlet safety plug and why it is not, indeed, being safe in the outlet...)

He can hear her down the hall just as well as if she were singing and dancing and scanning in his room because this new house echos like nobody's business; especially since I don't have enough furniture and rugs to catch the sound.

That's right: I said "new house". Because I am one adventurous mommy who lost her mind a long time ago. As is evidenced by my two moves + new babies in less than a year. We also adopted a kitten and a new puppy. Adventure time! Also, glutton for punishment.

(Hey look, he stopped crying, Ignoring them really works, folks.)

Hubby is bush-hogging our new massive backyard before heading off to work this afternoon; and this is the first time in like three months where I feel caught up enough on house and baby stuff that I can sit down and address you people. I'm not even really on Facebook anymore, if that t proves further how busy my at-home life keeps me.

To the Facebook fans:

Firstly, I recognize that you are not so much my fans as fans of the babies. I apologize for not posting pictures and videos or really anything anymore. To be honest: it's very difficult for me to keep up with everybody else's lives at the moment. Obviously, it's hard enough for me to keep up with my own. Geez. Though I try to check in from time to time. (Congrats and yeehaw to all of my expecting friends!) Also the notifications were giving me panic attacks and anxiety (no joke. I even had to turn vibrations on my phone completely off. Which is also why I miss most of my phone calls.) And finally, I constantly needed more storage space on my phone for all those cute pictures and videos that I take to share and then never share. So here is my blog: the new, bigger, better Sam and babies "facebook" feed. Follow along. Or don't. My kids are the only ones who hurt my feelings anymore. And they're not even 2.

Baby montage to finish!! (It's always an easy out. heh heh)

Not actually his 1st birthday. Hand-me-downs for the win.

This one is a mischief-maker, as will be evidenced
by all future photos. sigh.

See? I promise I didn't put him under the
coffeetable...

Watering the pots in the rain. Because #helpful