My thoughts exactly

I usually take a quick glance at CNN and Fox News in the morning to see what sorts of news stories are going on so I can sound at least halfway knowledgeable should any of the topics come up in casual conversation throughout the day.

This morning I came across this article

It literally brought tears to my eyes. I was having this exact inner conflict last night after Carrie went to bed and Anna was hanging out with Jerry. I was putting away toys, freaking that I couldn't find any more of the barn animals that went with Carrie's little barnyard or all four cupcakes that go with her cupcake set (chances are, they are in one of her many "purses" that she's commandeered, which are really Clinique bonus bags, but that's a whole separate post). I kept thinking "Anna's not going to have all the pieces to play with these toys when she gets big enough!" And I was also thinking, good Lord my living room looks like a Toys R Us showroom gone horribly wrong.

Who freaking cares? I bet they don't, so why should I? I have to keep reminding myself that in a very short period of time I'm going to wish that I had all that clutter in my living room. And for you moms out there, if that article wasn't enough to bring tears to your eyes or at least make you stop and think, take a glance at this. I dare you to watch it without having a full on breakdown :)

Carrie's Book Club Selection for February

Every night Carrie gets to pick out a book or two for one of us to read to her before bedtime. She has a ton of books to choose from on her desk, including some from Jerry's childhood, although there are a few tried and true ones that she generally sticks to.

Last night I was cleaning up after dinner and hanging out with Anna while Jerry was getting Carrie ready for bed and doing the bedtime story duties. I just poked my head in there to see what they were reading, cause it's just really cute to me to see them both cuddled up on Carrie's bed reading together.

Then I saw/heard what Carrie had picked out for her evening book.

"Bicycling and Bicycle Maintenance"

Needless to say, this would be one of those from Jerry's childhood. She had insisted on being read to from this particular book last night, and I almost peed in my pants when I heard him reading to her from that book. In fact, it was so hilarious that Anna and I hopped up on the bed and joined in. I learned some very valuable lessons, such as "if you see exhaust coming from the back of a car, it's probably about to move so watch out!" And do you know both of those kids sat so still and listened to every word that Jerry read? I guess that's just proof that it doesn't matter what you read to your children, you just need to read to them.

Two of my new fav pics

From Anna's christening on 1/10/10:





Can I just keep her and Carrie at the ages they are at now please?

So yeah....

Just in case anyone wanted to know what almost $10k worth of damages to a Ford Expedition looks like, here ya go:



(I am choosing not to insert here what I think Jerry's saying when this photo was taken!!)




All I can say is at least the car did it's job and crumpled in the front so I didn't get hurt, and thank goodness for insurance!!





However, my car looks good as new now:

Ew....

Our house has been a germfest for the past few days. It all started on Saturday. It's about 8am, Anna's still asleep, Carrie's snuggling in bed with me, Jerry, and Bailey (yes, the 85 lb dog still sleeps in the bed with us). About 8am, Carrie turns to me and says "Mommy, I don't feel really good" followed by throwing up in bed. Fun. A few hours later and we find out Anna has it. Thankfully both girls got over it after a day of rest, relaxation, and Disney movies.

Then came Monday. Both Jerry and I came down with the crud. Jerry was feeling better by the end of the day Monday, but I ended up being out Tuesday as well. Not fun.

Then today....Carrie wakes up with a totally crusty nose which sent her into hysterics because she thought it was bleeding (not sure where she got that) and coughing her head off. Got a call from Kayla....she's been throwing up all night with this crap, so she won't be in today. Jerry graciously decided to run interference today since I had meetings at work. So right now I believe he's at home with one sick kid, one well kid that had shots today, watching Lion King at last check-in. He's such a great daddy/husband. And just to give you an idea of how great he really is, here's an excerpt of my last conversation with him:

Jerry: You didn't tell me what I was getting in to

Kristy: What do you mean?

J: Anna just had the biggest poop of her life. Not only did it fill up her diaper, it ran down her leg and filled up a sock. A SOCK. How does one fill up a sock with POOP?

K: (laughing) I don't know honey. I'm sure you handled it just fine though.

J: Yeah, but while I was wrangling poop I had Carrie yelling at me "Daddy, I want a snack!" I couldn't believe she could think of food at a time like that.

K: Well, she does have a one track mind about food.

J: Oh, and then after I finally got Anna halfway cleaned up and we were in the middle of bathtime, cause after an explosion like that I didn't have a choice, Carrie tells me she has to go poop. Really? REALLY?!

K: (laughing again) So did she go?

J: Yeah, I just let her go on her own and she did fine. There's too much poop in this house.

K: I'm sure you are doing great, dear. I have no worries.

J: Yeah, well I promise they'll all be alive when you get home.

Something tells me Jerry will be more than happy to go to his client dinner in Savannah tonight!!

Feeling Like a Heel

So here I was whining about not having time to get my house in order, finding places for all of my material things, when the earthquake in Haiti hits. Nothing like a real tragedy for you to get your priorities in order. Perhaps that was God's way of telling me "Quit your bitching - you are alive, you have a wonderful family and a roof over your head that's not crumbling around you."

This weekend will be spent with a little more focus on family and a little less focus on the mess in the house...

Chaos Part II

I. Do. Not. Like. Feeling. Out. Of. Control.

There. I said it. Not like those that know me don't already know this about me. I'm a control freak. I admit it. But I just feel so freakishly out of control right now and that freaks me out further. Sometimes I wish I could just go with the flow, but then would that really be me? Jerry's much more that type, which is probably a big reason why we get along so well.

We don't have anything going on this weekend so I'm hoping to take some time just to sort out all of my stuff and get back on top of things. Although....are you ever really on top of things after having kids???