I'm distracted. In addition to everyday family stresses and Mommyhood outside stressors are distracting me. Recently my life has been thrown into chaos. It was something that I knew was coming. It was something that had been put off for a while and had to be dealt with. Things had to be said that were difficult to say and tears, a lot of tears, have been shed over it. I thought I was handling the situation well, until I realized I finished a bag of chocolates yesterday and I'm crying over a TV commercial this morning. I'm a wreck. I sent Diva to school yesterday without brushing her hair because my mind was somewhere else. I don't like feeling this way. I need a different outlet. My pants can't handle much more of this and my family is being neglected. I'm trying to figure it out. Even writing this my mind is drifting. It's funny how these things can sneak up on someone and affects everyone so differently.
Shrek and Donkey are eating baby food. I've really struggled to get into a routine with this. I'm not sure why. It should be easy for me since I'm not working an 8-5 this time around. But, I've really had a hard time. Over the past month it's been hit or miss with feeding the little guys. The past two weeks I have really buckled down and started feeding them baby food regularly. They.Love.It. We started out with cereal and progressed to vegetables. So far they have had sweet potatoes and squash. They LOVED the sweet potatoes. Donkey would shriek at me if I was not fast enough with the spoon. They enjoyed their squash, but it was not the same fervor that the sweet potatoes had. I've made them some carrots, but haven't fed them yet. Out of fear of turning my children orange with all the orange foods I've been feeding them I made some green beans today and fed to the boys. Love is not a word I would use to describe their reaction. They both kind of looked at me like I was feeding them arsenic. Diva hated green beans as well. After a couple of bites Shrek started eating his bib. Every time the spoon would get close he would shove his bib in his mouth. Donkey took the blubbering technique. When I would shove a bit in his mouth he would start blowing bubbles with it and let it all fall out. I'm not sure it they got any green beans in their bellies, but their highchairs, bibs, me and the dogs had a good taste of them.
I'm not an overly gushy person. In fact Mr. Hubs is definitely the more affectionate one in our relationship. I have no reason or excuse for it, it's just the way I'm wired. I would like to change that, but I always stop myself. Again, no reason for it. Usually I let/make Mr. Hubs plan a special Valentine's Day Date. Partly because the first year we were married there was a movie fiasco and he has never let me forget it. The movie Monster was in theaters over Valentine's that year and I really wanted to see it. So, for Valentine's Day I drug Mr. Hubs to see it. It didn't leave him with a warm lovin' feeling. I loved the movie. Since then he has planned our dates. He always does really good. This year I wanted to shake things up and do something special. So, I planned our date. It drove Mr. Hubs crazy because he knew I had something special planned he just didn't know what. He doesn't like surprises. So, the day of our date came and I told him we were going to take pole dancing lessons and then go to play bingo, it would be a really late night. He looked at me like I was crazy. In reality I had signed us up for a cooking class. We could take wine so I had a friend smuggle me a bottle I hid in my purse so Mr. Hubs wouldn't see it. I could tell Mr. Hubs was nervous. He thought I was going to make him do something horrible. We pulled up to the place and Mr. Hubs got a huge smile on his face. He was very surprised. The class was a lot of fun. We will definitely be doing that again. The class was over with at 9 and we had a babysitter so that was too early to go home since we don't get out much. We had both been wanting to see Black Swan so I thought seeing that after our class would be fun. Ugh...I like weird, but that movie was even weird by my standards. Mr. Hubs is never going to let me pick another movie again! Over all I will say our special date was a lot of fun and Mr. Hubs was really surprised.
That was Saturday...
Today is "Valencetimes Day" as the Diva likes to call it. She danced off to daycare this morning carrying her little Valentine's cards for her friends. She was very excited! She had a party at school and her surrogate grandmother took her flowers and picked her up early. Very.Big.Deal. She dressed up for her party at school today
Tonight Mr. Hubs took Diva on a special date just him and her. She got dressed up again for her date with pink leggings, purple shirt, mis matched socks and....gold glittery dress shoes. Mr. Hubs was appalled that he had to take her in public. Diva told her Daddy that she wanted to go "to the place with sofapillows." That's Diva for Ted's and sopapillas. As usual I asked Diva what the best part of her day was and she said "my date with Daddy was the best." Awwww.....so sweet.
All in all it was a pretty good Valentine's Day. Mr. Hubs and I agreed that since we recently bought bedroom furniture we wouldn't get any gifts for each other. He never said that the kids couldn't get him anything ;)
I'm late...two weeks really, with my blog.
I follow another blog that does a 'What She Wore Wednesday' every week. It's really cute and I thought it was a good idea since the Diva dresses herself and everyday is interesting. This is an outfit she actually wore last Wednesday. Today she wore the same outfit except her tights were red instead of black. She really loves this dress...it's from Target. So are the Hello Kitty boots and probably the tights.
So, as I might have mentioned before, my little Diva is turning 4 on Monday. I don't know how it happened or when she got so big, but the day is upon us. We had her birthday party today. If you know me you know birthday's are a very big deal to me. That is one really strong memory I have growing up was birthday's. It's your one special day every year that you get to yourself. My mom always threw me big birthday parties. She probably still would if I lived at home. I try to pass this on to my family. Mr. Hubs likes to grumble, but even he likes his Cinco De Mayer parties. I have thrown Diva a party every year of her life. I begin planning months in advance. It's pretty pathetic. In November her cousin had a princess party. We weren't able to go because of other circumstances, but I got the details about Cinderella coming to the party and spending time with the kids. I thought it was a super genius idea. Diva had already been asking for a princess party. So, my hunt for a princess began. I came across a website that provided such a service and they happened to have Belle from Beauty and the Beast available. I booked her in early January. I was so excited and so proud of myself for getting Belle for the party. Diva has the entire Beauty and the Beast movie memorized. She is constantly giving Mr. Hubs and I a play by play of the movie and singing the songs for us. The only thing she had asked Mr. Hubs and I for her birthday was a Belle dress (naturally we bought her one).
I had the party planned, invitations sent out, all my ducks in a line for my ocd brain. Then snowmaggedon, blizzard 2011, whatever you want to call it, hit Tulsa. I'm not a person who really gets worked up about the weather. I had heard rumblings of a big snow storm but like usual I hadn't really paid attention to it. I went grocery shopping last Sunday and told Mr. Hubs I didn't know why the grocery store was such a mad house. He said that a blizzard was coming. I laughed it off and said it probably wouldn't be as bad as everyone was making it out to be. It never is. Then I got up Tuesday morning....OH MY GOSH!!!!! What the hell happened while I was sleeping?! You couldn't even see out the front door. The snow was covering the swings on the swing set in the back yard. CRAP! So my week long isolation with 3 kids began. I'm amazed I have enough brain power to write this today. It was a l.o.n.g. week. Needless to say all week I was freaking out because I was convinced that Diva's party was ruined. I was having nightmares that no one would show up to the party or everyone would show up and Belle wouldn't. I was convinced that the weather had ruined my daughter's birthday. I was really upset. Mr. Hubs asked me several times if we were still going to have the party. I half hearted would tell him yes. I checked my email every 5 minutes all week to see if the princess was going to cancel. I was a wreck. Then it started snowing again yesterday. You can imagine my panic! Sheesh, will it not let up?!?!
D Day arrives...several parents had called to check to see if we were still having the party and I laughed at myself as I said yes. Princess Belle hadn't cancelled, though I was still panicking that she just wouldn't show up. Then the magic hour arrives. Little girls start filtering in. Diva takes them upstairs to her domain and they all return in their little dress up dresses and tiaras on their heads. Belle arrives and the girls are all in awe of her and ask a million and 1 questions--seriously, I'm sure she was tired of answering them. They played games and told stories and learned all about being princesses. It was wonderful. They. Had. A. Great. Time.
Diva devouring her Belle cake
It's a daily habit of mine that I usually ask Diva what the best thing about her day was. Today we were all in the car and I asked Diva what the best thing about her day was and she said "all my friends coming over to play. Oh, I liked Belle too."
So...I have to give props to pixie-productions.com They did a wonderful job and all the little princesses had a great time. There will be more pictures to come I just haven't had time to upload them yet.