- Serious question: If you have small kids and no dogs, what does meal time look like for you? More specifically, what does the post meal clean-up look like in your house? Because Andi Rose (and even Atlas on occasion) throws 68% of her food off her tray and it rarely hits the floor because Ob catches it mid-air. And if Ob misses, Marley swoops in and gets it off the floor. I’m not even sure how I would handle that clean-up without the dogs. Would I have to pick it up by hand and then vacuum up all the tiny crumbs? Is that what you mama’s do that don’t own pets? I’m going to need you to comment below and tell me because I’m curious. I know owning dogs comes with plenty of extra work, but if we didn’t have Ob & Marley I think I would have to vacuum after every meal (you know, as compared to every other day because of dog hair).
- Another serious question: Why do people without children say, “I could never have kids because I can barely keep a plant alive.” That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Plants are way harder to keep alive than kids. I’ve killed so many plants in my lifetime, but I’m 2 for 2 with tiny humans. Plants are fickle and weak. Kids are resilient. When I forget to water my mums, do you know what they say? Nothing. They are silent. So they wither away. But if I forget to give Andi Rose her bottle she screams to remind me. Atlas says things like, “Hey, Mom! Can I have some goldfish?” My hydrangeas never ask me for more miracle grow…and they have not because they ask not. Can we stop comparing kids to plants? #notthesame
- Dave’s mom has been staying with us and she doesn’t have a Target in her hometown, so she asked if one of us could take her to Target on Wednesday night and of course I was like, “I’m your girl.” Dave ended up going with us and when we got into the parking lot Dave said we could get out and he would meet us inside with the kids. At least that’s what I think he said. That’s what I heard anyways. I was sprinting into Target before the car even came to a complete stop in an attempt to wander down as many aisles as I could alone.
I dodged him and the kids for 25 solid minutes before they finally found me.I spent 25 minutes looking all over for Dave & my precious babies before finally running into them in the grocery section. (I snagged this sweater while we were there because all the leopard things just call to me. I think it ended up being like $12?). God bless my sweet Dave. He really takes that whole “happy wife, happy life” thing to heart. I’m glad he’s mine. I really can’t imagine doing motherhood (or life) without him.
- Continuing with that same thought….I ended up chasing Andi Rose around Target (after I finally found her and Dave) and Target’s floor is quite dirty. I never would have noticed that if it weren’t for Andi Rose. She puts every thing in her mouth and while we were in Target I fished a granola bar out of her hand along with a fig newton, a Mike n Ike, a piece of gum and countless tiny pieces of trash. Those are just the things I stopped from going into her mouth. No telling what she put in her mouth when I wasn’t paying attention for 2 seconds. They need a vacuum up in there for realz. And people need to stop throwing their food on Target’s floor. Rude.
- Atlas got a teepee for his birthday and it’s our new favorite spot in the house. We sit in there and read books together and it’s one of the greatest things ever. I love listening to his imagination and he will ask me to tell him stories and then he will tell me a story (usually a similar rendition of the story I just told him, only slightly more exaggerated – he’s a one-upper) and then he will all of a sudden grab his bear and say, “SSHH! Someone is coming! I think it’s a horse!” Or he will say, “Did you hear that? I think that was Santa!” It’s just so fun to watch him be a kid. This age with him is my jam.Andi Rose is currently teething and making our life all kinds of crazy, but Atlas is really making life so much fun. I have to keep telling myself that before I can blink Andi Rose will be his age – I love that baby girl more than life, but man she is giving me a run for my money lately. She is just so dang busy and she is a feisty little pistol ya’ll! I’m praying that her personality sticks though and if God grants me the wisdom and grace to raise her right, that little personality she has now will make her impervious to peer pressure when she’s a teenager. Homegirl does what she wants, when she wants. *And I’m not saying Atlas is perfect. He’s my child, so when he gets overly tired he can’t control his emotions at all. The other morning he woke up grouchy because he missed his nap the day before and was up too late at night, so at the breakfast table he was crying (more like sobbing) because Andi Rose was ‘looking at him.’ Not even joking. Real tears…because his sister was looking at him. It was 9am and I was like, “Yeah – you’re going back to bed, but I totally get it because when I get too tired and your dad looks at me I can freak out too.”
Your turn? Time to share a random thought/question from your head! 🙂