Wednesday, October 24, 2007
I haven't used this oh-so-versatile curse word with any regularity since the sixth or seventh grade, and then it was just for effect or to impress other potty-mouthed middle schoolers. Now it seems that my afternoons are worthy of the word. Don't get all in a tizzy, folks, I use it under my breath or when I'm alone with two not-yet-babbling babies. My four year old is safe from my momentary outbursts. But I feel like there's got to be a better way. I mean, I am famous for inner monologues of outbursts - whether it be yelling at people who cut me off or yelling at myself when I ram my van into yet another object. I can have the greatest fights with my sweet hubby, filled with ever-so-clever comebacks to his imaginary responses. Maybe this is why I have TMJ, chronic back pain and acid reflux...you think? There's just got to be a better way.
My mom once told me that on frustrating days she would simply walk out to the backyard, shut the door to the nut house behind her, and scream as loud as she could. I have seriously considered this option, but we live in a townhouse and our yard is not our own. I think people would think I'm nuts. But maybe that's the problem - I'm too worried about what others will think if I go off the deep end. Not that anyone would blame me right now.
So, the long and short of it is that I continue to use whatever means necessary to keep myself sane and keep these three precious ones alive. And if that means dropping bombs under my breath at times, well, then I'm ok with that. I am becoming less concerned about what others think of me, but thankfully still remain concerned with what the girls see and hear from their mommy. Lord, help me!
Monday, October 22, 2007
We are supposed to have the twins baptised this weekend, but may be putting that off a while. It really seems like things happen all at once sometimes. We are trying to figure out what to do, but for now we are just here waiting to hear what's going on. It's hard to be far away when things like this are going on. Not that I could help much if I were there. I want to go to Columbia and see Nana, and we are planning to be up there next week while Ian's out of town, but frankly I know it will just add more chaos to my sweet mom's life. She's holding it in the road, but I know she's exhausted from taking care of Nana, working, and keeping up her other responsibilities. She's an amazing woman and I am so thankful to have her as a mom. She's always been so good in situations like this. She always knows what to do. I thought that was a mom trait, but I don't think all moms are like this. I just know that whenever anyone in her life has a crisis, she drops everything to help them. That's a great thing to see your mom doing when you're growing up. She's amazing.
Friday, October 19, 2007
*Harriet - faithful blog reader and fun friend - thanks for the yummy taco soup and the visit
*Beth - thanks for keeping Zoe and for enjoying huge cups of caffiene with me
*Lisa - you remind me so much of my sister! You have NO time because you have three kids of your own, but you continue to help me out and ask Maggie over to play
*Erica - for picking up Maggie and letting her play, for bringing YUMMY bread over!
*Tara - meal-maker extraordinaire! Thanks for the dinners, they helped me so much!
*Mary Lyn - for amazing Chicken Enchiladas and much needed white wine
*Linda Runyon - getting Mag from school and letting the girls play at your house. You're an awesome grandmother!
I know there are more folks who have helped, but frankly I am half asleep so sorry if I forgot you.
You know, when I say things like that last sentence, I'm not exaggerating for effect. My eyes are literally half shut.
I apparantly won't count sheep either. We're not sleeping much around here. Actually the twins slept through the night last night, which was amazing, but since I'm fighting off a cold I woke up anyway to hack my way to the bathroom for more cough medicine. I know, wah wah wah. Sorry, it's just been one of those weeks. One of those weeks when you just want someone to tell you how great you're doing as a mom, how amazing it is that you've kept your family alive and fed, and how awesome you look wearing no makeup and sweatpants. Ian does a good job of encouraging me, I must say, but the encouragement I need seems to be insatiable these days.
One of my favorite Bible verses is John 10:10, where Jesus says that He has come to give us life to the full. Not just regular old life, but full and abundant life. The Greek word for life is "zoe", which is one reason we chose this name for our little girl. I guess I just never realized how much "zoe" Tori and Zoe would bring! When I have a week like this I just try to remember how full my life is because of these kids - and because of the life I have been given in Christ. The highest highs and lowest lows of my day are surrounding these three girls - because they are so precious, so hilarious, so frustrating, so tiresome, so curious and so dependent. I am so grateful for the full life I have been given. Even in the midst of the tough days.
p.s. My pearl earrings have gotten quite a workout this week.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Have you ever had a bladder infection, ladies? If so, then you know what I mean when I say that I am filled with patience for these girls when they are sick with this. It's MISerable anytime...but try having one on your honeymoon. Fun.
Anyway, if you're the prayin' kind, then hook us up and pray for some sleep and for health in this house! We need it!
Zoe has a bladder infection, which is painful for her, but good that we know what it is and it's easily treated. The bad part is this...Tori has already been through this and is on antibiotics for the next YEAR (yes, you read me right) to prevent relapse because she has some reflux into her kidney. In order to find that out we've had to go to the doc with Tori about a million times. Now we have to do the whole thing again with Zoe. Wow. Those $15 copays are adding up! So thankful for our great insurance, though.
Sooo....Ian got home from the ER around 5:30 am. Maggie woke me up at 6 am saying it was freezing in her room. So I walked her back in, covered her up, and went back to sleep for another hour and a half. Then I got up, got Maggie dressed for school, got myself dressed, picked up Zoe from a dead sleep and we headed to her doctor's appointment. Praise the Lord for my mom's group at church - they have helped so much today! My sweet friend, Lisa, picked up Maggie and took her to school. Another sweet friend, Erica, is bringing her home, and two sweet friends offered to bring us dinner tonight. I am so grateful - they are really loving us like family right now.
Long story longer, here is the funny part of my morning. I got ready to take Zoe to the doctor and decided to wear my new jeans (non maternity, thank you very much) since it's basically fall here, which means that the high is 85 today. So I put on my jeans, a long tank under my t-shirt which, by the way, is my favorite new tummy concealer. The two shirt phenomenon, although it's toasty, is very helpful in smoothing out the rough spots. It also helps because most of my normal shirts are too short to wear with my pants or shorts so when I don't have on the under-tank my stretch -mark -pocked belly shines for the world to see. So, get the picture - me in my casual attire, haven't slept for days, no makeup, hair like a rats nest in a ponytail, and crocs to top it off. Then I look in the mirror and decide I'll put on a pair of earrings. And what do I go with...pearls, of course. I mean, what is it about a pair of pearls that makes you feel like you are fully dressed? It's like saying, "I know I look like holy heck, but I usually don't look this way...see my pearls? I'm really sophisticated deep down." The sad part is that when I looked in the mirror at myself I actually believed that I looked pretty good. Just because of the pearl earrings. I don't know...must be a Southern thing, but it works every time for me.
OK, gotta run. Just remember, ladies, don't cast your pearls before swine, but definitely slap those suckers on your ears when your look needs a lift.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
It's a lazy Saturday around the Smith household. Maggie is coloring outside on the porch, Tori is eating her bottle, and Zoe is swinging in the swing with a 102 degree temperature that Tylenol isn't really touching. I've called the doctor and I'm sure he'll think I'm nuts, but whatever. I love when they get sick on the weekends because you can talk directly to a doc. That's why they get paid the big bucks, right?
This week has been a little rough. My sweet grandmother, Nana, fell on her 84th birthday and broke two ribs, her pelvis, and a socket in her hip. She's been in the hospital for a few days now and she's getting better. She's a great lady, but she's apparantly been anything but sweet while she's been there. My grandfather, Papa, has been at the hospital the whole time - he's blind and can't really hear very well. They're quite a pair and it's been amazing that they've been able to remain independent so far. I know some of this is inevitable, but it's still hard to watch. I hate that I'm not there, either. I would love to just go and sit at the hospital or make dinner for my own parents since they have been taking shifts sitting with Nana the whole time too.
Pretty much the only excitement around here today is the Carolina vs. Carolina game today at 3:30 pm. Since I married Ian I have become an avid Tarheel fan - call me a bandwagoner, but I think I'm legit because I married into it. Anyone who knows my hubby knows that he is such a chill guy...except when it comes to the Heels. He's pretty much a crazy man - his passions arise in ways we've never seen. Maggie has learned many a cheer/fight song/curse word from watching UNC games with her dad.
Here's the rub...I grew up in Columbia and to me, Carolina was South Carolina all my life. And I mean that in the truest sense. Like if I anyone uses the term "Carolina" referring to UNC, then everyone in my family has a bit of a hissy. So, I've learned to say USC or UNC - or say "Carolina" in the right company. I'm so P.C. I have to be. The passions for the Carolinas run deep and I am swimming in both pools. Today I must say that I'm pulling for USC in the game. I just can't help it. It's not like I even care about football that much, but I've been watching it by default for the better part of my life and, honestly, the happiness of my extended family rides on the scoreboard at Williams-Brice on Saturdays. You can bet your bottom dollar that Nana and Papa are watching the game right now on that tiny TV in the hospital - regardless of the fact that Papa can't see a lick of it.
I love, love, love Tarheel basketball, though. Last night was "Late Night With Roy" in Chapel Hill - the first legit night of basketball practice. Oh, we so wanted to be there! Can't wait for the Heels to get started this year! Believe me when I say there will be more to come about the Heels...
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Is it just me, or is my child hilarious? I mean, I'm sure everyone probably thinks that their kid is amazing and funny, but I really think Maggie is a crack up. I think she could actually take her show on the road, but I fight those feelings because, well, I don't want to end up like Lynn Spears flying across the country with Jamie Lynn to rescue my child that I pushed into showbusiness.
Meanwhile, in baby-land, the twins had their first sweet potatoes yesterday. It was a trip. Zoe hated them and made the funniest faces. Tori liked them fine and ate them like she had been eating solids all her life. I am including these pictures simply to gross out all of you who are not in babyland. There's really nothing more disgusting that watching someone else's child eat babyfood. It just turns stomachs - so... welcome.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
*On Saturday I got to go shopping BY MYSELF, which was great. I felt so free walking around without carrying a 12 pound baby in a bjorn while pushing a stroller full of another baby and all the gear, while holding the hand of an active 4 year old.
*Even better than shopping by myself was the fact that I bought and am now an inhabitant of my first pair of non-maternity jeans! Woo-hoo! It just got to the point that I was ready to actually unbutton and unzip my pants in order to use the bathroom, rather than hiking up or down the belly band.
*This morning I dropped Maggie off at school and went to meet a friend for coffee...with the twins, mind you. I thought it was going to be a nightmare, but it was actually great! They just sat in their car seats in the stroller like little angels. I am pretty sure I can't describe to you how much of a miracle that was.
*Still not sleeping much, really, but am so ready to get some zzzz's. I know it'll happen when it happens and the voices of the "cry it out" books are yelling to me all night long. We have tried that some, but I gotta say that when you have a baby who weighs as much as a newborn it's hard to let her cry and not feed her. Zoe's pretty much got it down pat. So, one down, one to go on sleeping through the night. They'll get there.
That's about the extent of it. Wish this were more exciting, but frankly the high of wearing real jeans should carry me for a while.
Friday, October 5, 2007
The BEST show on TV, hands down, though, goes to "Friday Night Lights". I'm so serious about this. The season starts tonight and I can't wait. We're having friends over to watch it. It's just a goodie and you need to check it out on NBC at 9:00pm.
Also, today on the Bravo channel they are showing a "Friday Night Lights" marathon leading up to the season opener tonight. You've seriously gotta check it out - or Tivo it if you have a life so you can watch it later.
By the way, the wife on that show is so awesome. She's my hero and she makes me want to be a high school guidance counselor. She's a studly mom with a good marriage - is that ever portrayed on TV these days?
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Anyway, all this brings me to a question I've been pondering lately...
How many miniature Baby Ruth's do you have to eat to equal one whole candy bar?
I think it must be a lot, but I'm just not sure.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
This is my life. I love it. Not too glamorous, but pretty humorous. Enjoy.