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What DO I do?

What DO I do?

I prepare. I plan. I cook. I pour. I grab utensils. I feed. I nurse. I explore and adapt new and healthy recipes. I clean up. I wash dishes.
I teach. I entertain. I play. I listen. I speak. I read. I sign. I observe. I read out loud. I repeat. I encourage. I explain. I question. I ask questions I already know the answers to.
I do laundry. I fold clothes. I put clothes away. I retain single socks hoping their missing mate will one day reappear.
I dress baby. I dress toddler. I watch toddler put the outfit on the floor and pick out her own clothes instead. I comb hair. I sometimes attempt to comb hair but then give up. (It is clean, and I am not perfect.)
Sometimes I shower.
I grab all the hats, mittens, coats and boots I can haul around in one diaper bag.
Or, I pack all the swimsuits, towels, goggles, noodles, flip-flops and pool toys I can attach anywhere on my body along with my two kids.
I grocery shop. I look for good deals. I clip coupons. I sigh every time the cashier rings us out.
I change diapers. I potty train. I wipe little butts. I wipe noses. I suck out boogies (with an aspirator, of course!) I clean up big messes.
I chauffeur. I bribe. I plead. I barter. I pack snacks. Lots of snacks. I drive a messy car.
I have become an amateur-expert guide at the Zoo, the museums, the YMCA, the libraries, and most of the local parks.
I schedule play-dates. I make doctors’ and dentists’ appointments. I take them to said appointments and then report back to all the powers-that-be (The Grandmas) within a reasonable amount of time.
I clean our home. I brush/feed/walk and clean up after our dog.
I pick up or clean up endless streams of 5-second toy/food/poop explosions.
I drink lots of coffee. And tea. And hot chocolate. And sometimes wine.
I allow frustration to get the better of me. I cry. I sometimes raise my voice. I regret. I worry. I fear. I wonder. I doubt. I speculate. I compare. (I admit it.)

But I also smile. A lot. I laugh out loud, many times a day. I dance. I act silly. I run around. I get dizzy. I sing. I get creative. I make strange noises or pretend to fall down simply to get a laugh. I carry. I hold. I hug. I kiss. I make memories.
I love my job.

And here’s what I don’t do:
I don’t sleep much anymore. And I don’t get much time to myself. And we don’t go on luxurious vacations, not right now.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

(An important sidebar: I should mention here how much respect I have for those parents who do all of what I mentioned above either a) on top of a 40-hour work week, or b) by yourself. My hat goes off to you. Seriously.)

I am a mother. I am a mama. I am a (middle of the night) “Mawww-aahhhhhhm??”
I am a woman. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am also a grand-daughter, a niece, a cousin, a daughter-in-law, a sister-in-law.
I am a friend. I am a neighbor. I am a former roommate. I am a former classmate. I am a former co-worker.

In short: I am a full-time mom, and a part-time, well … a part-time “everything else.”


Loving the new changes

Hi all!

I’ve moved. No, no … my family and I are still safely tucked into our corner of the Midwest. But I’ve found myself dreaming more and more of WordPress Land, and I’ve finally taken the plunge. Thanks for seeing me through this change (It’s scary!) and thanks also for your patience as I explore and reorganize my new blog during the small chunks of time I find.

I’m hoping to utilize all the fun tricks I was missing (or simply couldn’t locate) at my old blogging-grounds. Like that cool, look! I’m editing as I type this one. Yes. That felt good.

Here’s a tease for all the folks who realize my last post was written the day before I gave birth to our second little girl. Madalyn Kay arrived on November 26, 2010, at 10:20 p.m., 8 lbs, 8 oz. and 21 inches long.

 

Maddy Kay's serious face (2 1/2 months old)

 

I suppose I would wear a similar expression if my mama dared to leave me in this position just to grab a few cheap pictures. But seriously, can there be anything cuter than a naked baby?? Laying on top of a handwoven blanket from my lovely and talented aunt in California? (Thank you; thank you!)

Even if her head looms larger than life?

And, since I hear some children stirring from their always-treasured naptimes (I always treasure them; not sure whether they do), I’ll leave you with this one:

 

Ava and Maddy Kay, playing with penguins (A: ~ 2 1/2 yrs, M: 2 1/2 mos)

Maybe next time I’ll remember to remove the red-eye before posting.

In short, I’m loving the move to WordPress. And more importantly, I’m loving being the mother of two. Adorable. Girls. (except when all three of us are having meltdowns, but that’s another topic entirely…)

Happy reading! See you soon!

-K