Little Moments Part 1

That make me smile.

-hearing I love you as the last thing the babies and I say to each other at night

-singing along to music in the car

-realizing Robbie knows I'm Mommy when he says things like "Watch Mommy I do it!" When he's doing something cute.

-saying all done after like 10 seconds in timeout

-when they as for something specific and know what they want

-Robbie sang the peanut song to me today. I've sung it to him since his first day. Its the song I sing him before bed.

-blonde curls and pigtails with bows

-swimming in the tub

-the excitement in a toddlers eyes when they discover something new

-new words. Halloween, hippo, melon, snuggles, and about a zillion more. Baileys vocab is pushing 500 words and Robbies is close to hers although she's much more verbal and puts her words in to sentences better

-when someone tells me my daughter looks like me.

-when someone tells me Robbie looks like me

-reading a book with Robbie and we get to the page about friends and he always yells JACKERS!

-the drums that my brother bought the babies. He's in recovery and has been sober 6 months. The look on his face when he carried them upstairs was evil and proud at the same time.

-a zillion other things I'm just to tired to blog about....this will be part 1

2 things

All friends should share. Wine and giggles. I shared some with my slightly *read...very* intoxicated future father in law this weekend. I need more wine dates. More laughter. More relaxation.

In other news I decided its bringing sexy back time again. I went to the gym at my new place today. Have I mentioned how much I love it? The place, so not the gym. I decided to do 30 min on the elepitcal (spelt wrong, don't care) and id like to thank Zach for keeping me text company. I did a little over 4 miles. My goal is to work up to 60 min and 8 miles. Hope I can do it. And then I tanned...skin cancer I know, I'm aware. Save it. Anyway. I'm bringing sexy ish back. Or trying. See how well it goes. Jenn I need you to text me to make sure I'm running. Seriously. I need.to.get.in.shape. tired of looking like poop.

Whhhhhhyyy

Is it eleventythousand zillion degrees out? And why do you people have to come to my job to eat? Can't you cook at home? Rawr.

And why do I have 47 loads of laundry to do. It should be more acceptable to wear sweat pants and in the kids case cute little bubble gum machine and glow in the dark rocket jammies everywhere. Seriously cutest jammies my kid has. Ever. Love them. So does he.

And why must we watch Toy Story 9 times a day? Mommy is tired of Buzz. And why does his name have to be Woody? Know how much I giggle telling Robbie to grab his Woody and hurry up. Makes me giggle like I'm a 12 yr old boy! And where is Andys Dad in the movies? It bugs me!

And why does Bailey now ask people if they have a peanut or a buttgina? Daycares going to love that one! At least someones laughing. Even if it is me!

And why are the babies obsessed with the hose? My Saturday ended with two butt naked kids running around my aunts backyard getting sprayed by the hose giggling like fools! Their laughs melt me though. I love them too much. Even when they are being butt brains.

Helpless

Ever have that feeling? I do today. A friend of mines son was found dead just a mile from his house today. His mom laid down to take a nap with her son, woke up and he was gone. How many times have I laid down with the kids? Countless. To think that could be me is scary. I don't know how to react to it. It makes me sick to feel like that. That something as simple as a nap could end with your child face down in the mud. I live so close to the interstate. I don't really understand it.

We have so many things we worry about and to add another to the mix? I worry about their baths, clean clothes, if they are eatting enough. Now worry about taking a nap with them? I'm worried about it, sleepless.

What to do?