We are going to be late.

Thanksgiving Thursday is a time to be thankful for what you have in your life...even when you are having a really bad week, take a minute and reflect on the good. I have no ambition to do this every Thursday, but I will strive to take the time to pause and reflect and remember the good things in life that I am thankful for. Today I am thankful.... for  the fact that I did not have triplets! There is just two of them.... for friends who make me laugh daily... for a really awesome babysitter who can make date night possible... for  date night, gives me something to look forward to all week...

When you are pregnant you come up with all these grandiose ideas of what having a child will be like. Well, at least I did. People you know, things you read and strangers you meet along your journey all tell you how important it is to take time for yourself. To keep doing the things you enjoy and get away on your own whenever possible. When I was pregnant with Diva I was delusional to think that the baby weight would disappear before I left the hospital. I would have a beautiful baby that was happy and slept well. I would have time to do all the things I had done before and the things I wanted to start doing. Before I had Diva I belonged to a gym. I was there religiously every morning between 5:30 and 6:00 and really liked going. During my pregnancy I gained 80 pounds and lost all motivation for physical activity. After she was born it was a struggle to find time to anything for myself. When I did have a minute the guilt of leaving her was so overwhelming I rarely left her. As she got

Thanksgiving Thursday is a time to be thankful for what you have in your life...even when you are having a really bad week, take a minute and reflect on the good. I have no ambition to do this every Thursday, but I will strive to take the time to pause and reflect and remember the good things in life that I am thankful for. Today I am thankful.... for Mr. Hubs who gets up with me EVERY NIGHT to feed babies and change diapers... for the deflated spare tire that was once my stomach because this body has given birth to 3 big healthy babies...even though I changed 6 times this morning cussing it the entire time... for  the option to be able to stay home with my kids and the option to go back to work if I choose... for  deciding not to take the pacifier away this week, it's a busy week and we are all much happier for that decision... for  really great family, friends and an awesome babysitter who enabled me and Mr. Hubs to go out and have a little fun this week... for Shrek wh

I'm writing this in a delirious state...last night, well early this morning, was rough. From about 3:30 on Shrek and Donkey took shifts screaming. Why? Because they kept losing their pacifiers/binkies/pacies whatever you call them. It's not an exaggeration for me to say I hate the things. Diva never used one, but as a result she sucks her middle and ring finger to go to sleep. We've tried everything short of putting something on her fingers to get her stop. It doesn't really bother me that she sucks on them. What will happen to her teeth and mouth is what bothers me more. We hadn't left the hospital with Shrek and Donkey before they had a pacifier. As a result we are in their room every 5 minutes at night and nap time putting the things back in their mouths until they fall asleep. Then when they wake up in the slightest they start fussing for it. This causes them to wake up pretty frequently during the night. I am nearing my breaking point with the things. I underst

I don't know why death is on my mind this week. Maybe because my brother in law was killed 2 years ago this week. Maybe because Diva has been asking a lot of questions about heaven and death. Maybe a combination. I don't know, but it is. Death is a natural part of life. A part I don't like, but a part none the less. Diva has been very curious about death and Heaven lately. How do you explain Heaven to a 3 year old? It started during a conversation about family. She is deeply interested in who my mom and dad are and who Daddy's mom and dad are. Well, that's where it's complicated. Papa J is not Daddy's Daddy. Papa Walt is Daddy's Daddy. "Where is he?" Well....here goes...Mr. Hubs and I had been married 3 months when his dad was diagnosed with lung cancer. By the time we found it the cancer had spread- everywhere. Mainly it had spread to his brain. We were hopeful and optimistic. We fought a good fight. His dad was a real trooper and humored us a

People love babies. I know this. Working in Child Abuse for 10 years has taught me that people love babies. They are cute and snuggly and so loveable. Now, two babies, that is really something special. I've adjusted to the fact that I have twins. I have even adjusted to the fact that I have a 3 year old and twin babies. What I am still not used to is the staring. I'm a somewhat shy person. I don't like to draw attention to myself, I don't speak up in crowds and I have a hard time standing up for myself. Since I have had Shrek and Donkey I have noticed how unapologetically people stare at me and my family like we are circus freaks. Not only do people blatantly stare when we go out somewhere, but they ask questions too. My favorite questions is "Are they twins?" I promise one of these days I am going to reply "No, they are just brothers." or maybe "No, I just had my kids really close together." My most recent experience with the staring and