Ten Things I'm Not Even Mad About

Monday, August 22, 2016


I'm not mad that from the moment I wake up, I'm already tired.

I'm not mad that my hair is falling out at a crazy alarming rate. I know it's common, but dang. Just when I thought that this time around maybe I'd get to escape that post-pregnancy hair loss, bam. 

I'm not mad that O pooped on my side of the bed.

In fact, I'm so not mad about it, that I just wiped it up with a baby wipe and slept on it.

I'm not mad that almost twenty-four hours later, my right arm is still really sore from O falling asleep in my arms yesterday at church. He rarely does that, so nope, not mad.


I'm not mad that I have mom arms. And mom stomach. And mom thighs. And mom butt. Not mad about that.

I'm not mad that no matter how many times I sweep a day, there are always crumbs on the floor. It defies logic, I tell ya. Someday the kids will be older, hanging out with their friends who are much cooler than I, and I'll be begging them to sit with me just a few minutes longer and spill crumbs everywhere.

I'm not mad that Sof woke me up this morning with her face (and morning breath) in mine.

I'm not mad that summer is beginning to head on outta here. It's been good, but I'm not the tiniest bit mad to say bye to it.

And lastly, I'm not even mad that Pato told me he wanted Daddy, not me, to take him to school this morning. I'm okay with that. Especially because as he was getting ready to go, he put a picture of "Pato and mama" in his little orange backpack so he could think of me. 

Lots to just not be mad about today. 

**Matching Mama Bird and Baby Bird shirts from The Bee and the Fox. They can be found HERE. I promise, they are two of my very favorite shirts. I'll be hanging on to them forever, I'm sure.

What I Really Hope They'll Learn This Year

Monday, August 8, 2016


So, the kids started school this morning and I'm just all over the place. Last night, we packed their backpacks, ironed and laid out their clothes, and stayed up late making one of their favorite breakfasts for them so it would be ready in the morning. (Never mind that I took it out of oven too early and ended up undercooking it. They ate the fully cooked parts and didn't even notice) We knew this day was coming, we've been talking about it for weeks, but as I walked away after dropping them off to their respective classes, it suddenly hit me. And it hit me hard.

They are gone. They are off learning things, making friends (I hope), doing stuff...without me. I feel like the annoying little sibling who is left out and is sitting sadly in the corner thinking, "But, what about me?!" That's one of the points, though, right? Figuring out how to do things without your parents right next to you. Figuring out you. 

I could sit here and write about how it feels like they were just tiny babies in my arms. Or how it seems like just yesterday that they were bouncing around in diapers and footie pajamas. I could write about how Time is dead set on becoming my worst enemy and he always seems to be winning. 

There's a ton I could write. But, since I'm sitting in a Starbucks and am not in the mood to have a bunch of strangers watch me cry, I'll write instead about some of my hopes for my kids this year.

To S and P:

I hope you will discover and rediscover the brave little people I know are in there. I hope that you will find good friends, and that you'll be the kind of friend you wish to have. I hope that you will be helpers. I hope that you'll always choose kindness. I hope that you'll understand that it's more important to be nice than it is to be right. I hope that you will be challenged and make mistakes, just so you learn to try again. And finally, I hope you'll be fine with me hugging you a little longer at night because I just miss ya.

And now, I'll go back to watching the clock and counting down the seconds till it's time to see them again :)

Ah, shoot, here come the tears. This is just a really good hot chocolate, okay people??

Why I won't be apologizing for my son's long hair.

Monday, August 1, 2016


When we're both much older, and I'm thinking back on my first boy in all his almost-four-year-old glory, this is how I'll imagine him. Wearing blue, because that's his favorite color. In his sandals that he's so excited about because he can buckle them all on his own. With a bowtie because that's what Daddy wears. And running because that's his favorite way to get around lately, it seems. Each time his foot hits the floor, it's followed by a loud "stomp stomp stomp." And what I'll remember even more than all those things is his long hair.

He loves his hair. It's become a huge part of him. He's had one haircut before (last summer, actually) and we've started discussing getting another haircut soon before he starts school soon.

As I was getting ready this morning, I started thinking about all the different responses we've gotten about his long hair through the years. It's funny because they have almost become predictable, and don't vary much. Here are the responses we usually get...

The "OMG! His hair is so gorgeous" Response

Obviously, this one is our favorite, because, we totally agree! It IS really beautiful! He hardly ever gets knots in it, it's super soft, and has a really pretty color. The sun has given him a few natural highlights, and I've found myself eyeing his hair enviously more than once. We always respond with a, "Thank you so much! He really likes it, too!"

The "Girl" Response

This has several parts to it. I've been asked, "So, are your girls twins?" a hundred thousand times. I could have him wearing a shirt that says, "I'M A BOY" in huge block letters and people will still think he's a girl. He actually has a sweater that says, "Hey Ladies" on it, and he's gotten some strange looks from it. (But, that's a whole other discussion, now, isn't it? Another day!) When I was pregnant with O, I also had people ask if I was "...finally getting [my] boy?"

What do I do when people refer to him as a girl incorrectly? I always try to gently correct them by saying something like, "Actualllllly, he's a boy!" Or, "No, they're not twins. HE is a year younger than his sister." Lately, however, Pato has no problem saying, "I'm a boy!" 

Which leads to the part 2 of The "Girl" Response.

After we tell people that "she's" actually a "he," we always get the same looks. The look of surprise, and then they look at him again even closer, and more often than not, they quickly apologize and say something about his hair. (Or, they look at me like I'm crazy, and don't really know what I'm talking about. I kid you not, once I was asked, "Are you sure?" Yes, I'm sure. I'm married to a man. I've seen what my body looks like, oh, just my entire life. I've changed more diapers than I can count. I've been peed on by both female and male parts. (In case you're wondering, pee is pee. It's bad no matter where it came from.) And you know what? If I DIDN'T know, there's a 100% chance my kids wouldn't even be alive. Let's think about that.)

Okay, I know it sounds like a bit angry, but I promise I'm not. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, I'm not at all bothered when people mistake my son for girl. But, as I was thinking about how I my own reaction to others, I realized that too many times, I've found myself apologizing for the confusion. As if it were my fault! I've said, "Oh, I'm sorry! It's because his hair is long." Why am I saying sorry for that? It's 2016, people. By now, if you're cringing at the possibility of little boys having long hair, it may be time to step back and rethink things a bit. I am so glad that we live in a day where we can tell girls they can do anything a boy can do. When Sof told me the other day she wants to be a construction worker, and asked if that was something girls could do, I said, "Yes, of course!" I love that it's become more acceptable to tell a boy that it's okay to cry and to have feelings. 

But, the very best response came from my son. One time, when someone mistook him for a girl, he said, "That's okay! Because girls are great, too!" You are so, right, Pato! Being compared to a girl is not a put-down, and we shouldn't apologize for the mix up as if it were a bad thing. Because girls are just as strong, talented, athletic, and amazing as boys.

So, while I will still gently remind people that, nope, this awesome and wonderful kid is actually a boy, I will no longer apologize for their confusion because of his hair being long. And those people who just assume he's a girl but never ask, I'm totally okay with you thinking he's my daughter. Because girls are great, too :) 

A Year of Oscar: Four Months!

Wednesday, July 27, 2016


What can I tell ya about this little lovebug that I haven't already mentioned like a trillion times? He's a chit-chatter, and we suspect he said "da da" already. I have it on video, and I was totally not expecting it. Now, I just find myself getting really super close to his face and saying "mama! mama! mama!" in a super annoying high-pitched voice. It'll stick one of these days, I'm sure of it!

He keeps trying to roll over but juuuuust hasn't been able to yet.

Really has the best smile and dimple to go with it. He smiles at everyone at church and gosh, I want to eat him. 

He's discovering how to use his hands. He thinks they're great to chew on, and is getting better and better at grabbing things. S is quickly learning that he's been perfecting his hair-pulling skills. And pooping skills...he's been practicing that one a lot lately.

Love this little drool monster. Can't imagine life without him. He is pure joy.

She's only happy in the sun.

Monday, July 25, 2016


When I look back at my summers as a kid, I think of a steady stream of sticky orange dreamsicles, the feel of prickly grass under my bare feet as I ran through the rainbow-forming sprinklers, and feeling like summer was a magic time that might never end. Almost all of my memories are of being outdoors. We used to spend most of our summers in Idaho and Utah, and because of this, those two places will always hold a dear place in my heart. And dreamsicles. 

This last week, we went to the pool with some of our best friends. Add that to our ever-growing list of why we are loving being back in Utah: hanging out with some of our oldest friends. You know what's great? When your kids are friends with your friends' kids. Plus, I mean, see that little crack-up on the left? She's Junie, and she's a little spitfire. And she and Pato are getting married someday. When asked if Junie was his girlfriend, Pato said, "Yesssss...always." C said, "Are you sure?" His response: "Forever!" She's a real spit fire and we couldn't love these friends any more than we already do.

When I think of my own childhood memories of summer, I've started to really pay attention to the things we do, and how our kids will remember their summers. I hope they remember their summer times a lot like how I remember mine. It's because of this I find myself saying yes to one more popsicle, yes to staying up just a little bit later, and yes to getting caught in the rain. 

I can see the effect summer has had on S, especially. Since the day she was born, she has always been her very happiest when out in the fresh air. Very rarely do I hear her ask to come in from being outside, and she's usually always tricking me into staying out a bit longer. C and I have talked often about how when she was a tiny baby, and we were new parents who didn't have a single clue about how to stop a baby from screaming in the middle of the night, we would take her out into our breezeway and just sit in our glider with her. I remember it being so dark, and the cool air would immediately calm her down. We would sit and stare at the darkness and just swing back and forth. Back and forth. I'd feel my cheeks getting cool, and eventually, she'd fall asleep. This was a special time for us, and even more for C because he was the one who would do it more often.  

The kids start school soon, and already as I sit here I feel my heart breaking a little bit thinking about how our lives will be jumping back into schedules. Summer may not be my favorite season, but I have to admit, some of my favorite memories are made in this hot hot heat.

What specific things make you think of your childhood summers?

Ten Things Making Me Happy Right Now

Wednesday, July 20, 2016


* Babies in bonnets. I mean, I love all babies in bonnets, but this baby in particular. I read somewhere it makes their brains smarter. It was on internet, so it must be true.

* The way S and Pato say "regular." Instead, they say "reguree." I have zero intentions to correct them. In fact, if it were up to me, we'd all be saying "reguree." My vote this fall will go to whichever candidate can make this happen. Who am I kidding....there's nothing Trump could do to get me to vote for him. #MindyKalingForPrez2016

* Mondays. Can you believe it? Monday mornings are my work mornings, and have quickly become one of my favorite things that I look forward to. 

* Snapchat. Okay, I was hesitant to write this one because "...blah blah" more social media. But, introducing my mom to the different filters JUST about made my whole entire month. We cracked up like crazzzyyyy. Who knew puppy-dog faces could bring people together like that?

* Utah. Sigh. The nights always feel cool, and I'm pretty certain nothing beats a Utah summer.

* Hulu. Um, so have you watched East Los High? I'm only slightly embarrassed to say that I, we are obsessed with this show.

* La Croix sparkling water. So good! I've been trying to cut down on my Coke-drinking, and this has really helped. Oh! And on a completely unrelated note- my latest case of Cokes is full of cans with Santa Clauses on them?? They expire at the beginning of September. But, I just don't know guys. I prefer my drinks to reflect the correct holidays, don't you? No, but seriously. 

* The Pandora Shakira and Harry Belafonte stations. I know, I'm super behind on this whole music listening scene. I just re-discovered Pandora, and you can find me dancing in my seat to it every Monday morning at the Starbucks by our house. Have I shared that here before? How one of the saddest things in my life is knowing that I'm not a dancer? (Okay, not for REAL one of the saddest...you know what I mean.) It pains me that I can't actually dance but I LOVE to do it. The other day I tried to prove to C that I could listen to a song and not dance to it...I couldn't do it. Not dancing made my bones hurt. 

* Good people. There have been some pretty crappy things happening lately around the world. Things that can really bring out the ugly people, but can also bring out the really good in people. When I see or hear someone say something that touches my heart because it's so full of love and compassion, I want to just reach out and hug them because these are the people that make me feel like there's so much hope out there. That my kids are going to grow up in a pretty okay world because there are people who really want to make it better. 

* C's grilling. If he cooked all our meals, I really would have no desire to go to any restaurants ever again. I told him he should open a restaurant, and he responded with, "So, you could eat there for free all the time?" Yeah, that, too. 


Pato Says

Monday, July 18, 2016



So, for a few months new, I've been writing down some of the funny things that Pato has been saying.  Specifically, the words that he makes up. It makes me laugh because when he doesn't know a word for something, he'll just make one up. A lot of them are used to describe things...and..well, I'll just let ya read them:

Me: Let's go make our beds.
Pato: I can't. My bed's too close-y and too squiggly.

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Pato: Mama, can you get more water in my cup?
Me: How about you do it?
pato: But, its all goo gooey!

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I can't drink this water. It's too goopy.

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Tomatoes are the smashiest. Yuck.

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Is purple in the rainbow? I want it to be.

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These stairs are too steppy.

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Is Oscar awake? Can I cooch him?

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While drinking orange juice with pulp: I don't like these little crumbies! 

Oh, Pato. If I could just keep you three forever! 

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