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when she is pregnant or nursing.....way to many hormones running through the system to make a good solid decision regarding something a precious as our hair. while i was pregnant with izzy i had really long hair that took years to grow and before the i can't breathe it is so hot outside and i feel like an elephant summer of 2006, i loved my hair. i could do anything with it...i had the perfect amount of layers, not too many, not to short. i could let it air dry and show off a great wave or blow dry it to a soft silky finish or throw it up in a "messy but put together" bun in a second. after telling my hairstyling professional several times to cut it off, he finally cut about 4 inches. this satisfied me for awhile then came the nursing hormones....which i swear are harder to deal with. with 35lbs left to lose of baby weight (i really blew it with my first pregnancy) he actually cut off another 6 inches and my hair now was above my shoulders....for some unknown crazy reason i thought short hair was easier to keep up with, i could throw it in a little pony at the nape of my neck, blow dry it in 5 minutes, leave it curly and bouncy, but none of this was the case, i just felt unattractive, fat and depressed.
fast forward a year and here i am with another baby and my hair is just barely longer than my shoulders. you wonder how come those super duper awesome nail and hair growing prenatal vitamins did not give my head the little extra it needed to grow a bit more than 4 inches, well my friend, my hair has to be "trimmed" every time it is colored (i am paranoid of split ends, i will sit with scissors and cut them myself creating my own look)and those little baby growing vitamins made my roots show every six weeks to the point i looked like i belonged in a brittnay spears video.
point being....i hate my hair! it has way to many layers, is extremely hard to blow dry because of layered cut, doesn't always have the curly waves that can easily air dry and defiantly does not pull back in a messy bun.
i am keeping my fingers crossed the last 35lbs of izzy weight (lost all of annie's already)and my hair grows back out for a omg, did you receive the longspaugh family christmas card, they are so cute and amy, she looks awesome reaction.
with just over 5 months i better be wishing for a small miracle~
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
was that a compliment?
so, we made it to storytime on Wednesday....10 minutes late but we made it! izzy loved it.....WE will make it AGAIN! actually, izzy picked up a video so we have to return some time in the next 7 days.....
today we spent 3 very quick but extremely exhausting hours at the community water park down the road. must admit worrying and watching two children under 36" tall is a bit tough especially with so many other ill mannered children attempting at their best to casually, oops did i just knock your baby under the water by attempting to jump over her head, ruin our day. being said i must vent about unruly children.
my friend with me today knows i am quick to let another mother know how rude and disrespectful her prized child is to smaller children playing in the same area, so i was surprised to see her giving a kid almost 2 inches taller than her the don't you ever do that again speech. go girl! my rant.....clearly when you are at places like said water park, chick fil a, central market, etc...if there are smaller children playing the bigger kids should watch out for the smaller set of fingers and toes (and mothers of smaller tots should respect the designed labeled bigger kid equipment), however, i am amazed at the number of moms who turn their backs to the play area to visit with other moms that also have their heads turned away from watching their children. here is my public warning....watch out for me and my small tots because when your runny sneezing dripping nose four year old sits on top of my 11 month old in the clearly marked toddler area, or elementary age smart mouth i don't have to listen to you child thinks it is funny to bounce my just exploring the bouncy bridge toddler off (and i mean bounced her right under the rails and on to the ground), or who says i have to wait for you to get to the bottom of the slide 50lb wet dog looking kid kicks my child in the back shooting her into the deeper water at the end of obvious under 42"water slide, you as the mother of this child better be prepared because i will hunt you down (and i have increasing experience in this area) and embarrass you in front of your non watching,no manner teaching, gossiping, and just plain irresponsible playgroup moms to the point everyone else in say a 20x20 foot area will know your child sucks!
i think jeff paid me a compliment the other day.....my husband does not throw compliments around easily and i am one of those people who needs to hear "good job" every now and then. i often feel like fandango who sits very patiently, shakes both paws, rolls over and does the silent bark for a quarter sized dog biscuit just to hear something uttered i can take as a compliment. i recently had the hall bathroom painted and because it took several coats for a smooth color finish he had to see it before it was finished and let me tell you jeff did not hold back on how much he hated it. as always, i say, just let me finish it......hang the photographs, towels, window covering, etc. then give me the tongue thrashing. last saturday we came home from burgers and bock (great place to take noisy children for a little down time) and i find him standing in the hall bath looking around and low and behold if i did not dream this, he actually states "it looks good", i quickly walk away thinking don't let him counter this with a big ol' BUT.......
after a few days to think about this small but very meaningful exchange, i believe jeff paid me a compliment..........i may not have to roll over, beg and shake for another 6 months, thank you!
today we spent 3 very quick but extremely exhausting hours at the community water park down the road. must admit worrying and watching two children under 36" tall is a bit tough especially with so many other ill mannered children attempting at their best to casually, oops did i just knock your baby under the water by attempting to jump over her head, ruin our day. being said i must vent about unruly children.
my friend with me today knows i am quick to let another mother know how rude and disrespectful her prized child is to smaller children playing in the same area, so i was surprised to see her giving a kid almost 2 inches taller than her the don't you ever do that again speech. go girl! my rant.....clearly when you are at places like said water park, chick fil a, central market, etc...if there are smaller children playing the bigger kids should watch out for the smaller set of fingers and toes (and mothers of smaller tots should respect the designed labeled bigger kid equipment), however, i am amazed at the number of moms who turn their backs to the play area to visit with other moms that also have their heads turned away from watching their children. here is my public warning....watch out for me and my small tots because when your runny sneezing dripping nose four year old sits on top of my 11 month old in the clearly marked toddler area, or elementary age smart mouth i don't have to listen to you child thinks it is funny to bounce my just exploring the bouncy bridge toddler off (and i mean bounced her right under the rails and on to the ground), or who says i have to wait for you to get to the bottom of the slide 50lb wet dog looking kid kicks my child in the back shooting her into the deeper water at the end of obvious under 42"water slide, you as the mother of this child better be prepared because i will hunt you down (and i have increasing experience in this area) and embarrass you in front of your non watching,no manner teaching, gossiping, and just plain irresponsible playgroup moms to the point everyone else in say a 20x20 foot area will know your child sucks!
i think jeff paid me a compliment the other day.....my husband does not throw compliments around easily and i am one of those people who needs to hear "good job" every now and then. i often feel like fandango who sits very patiently, shakes both paws, rolls over and does the silent bark for a quarter sized dog biscuit just to hear something uttered i can take as a compliment. i recently had the hall bathroom painted and because it took several coats for a smooth color finish he had to see it before it was finished and let me tell you jeff did not hold back on how much he hated it. as always, i say, just let me finish it......hang the photographs, towels, window covering, etc. then give me the tongue thrashing. last saturday we came home from burgers and bock (great place to take noisy children for a little down time) and i find him standing in the hall bath looking around and low and behold if i did not dream this, he actually states "it looks good", i quickly walk away thinking don't let him counter this with a big ol' BUT.......
after a few days to think about this small but very meaningful exchange, i believe jeff paid me a compliment..........i may not have to roll over, beg and shake for another 6 months, thank you!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
keep your shit where it belongs...
so, we moved last fall to a bigger house in the neighborhood both my husband and i grew up in....we are loving it. i thought it would be hard to leave all the conviences of living right in the thick of fort worth but other than the groceries stores (future blog) i adjusted well. the house we bought was vacant for about 6 months prior our move in......and to my point.
we have nice neighbors and all, nothing like the ones we had before, these so called nice neighbors have three small black yappers. these little yappers had become accustomed to ruling the turf over here......it started with all three charging izzy (at 13 month old) in the driveway any time we walked out the door. now izzy has grown up with our 9 year old black lab and loves dogs but these little fur balls terrified her and being 9 months preggo with a belly the size of 10 watermelons (or so it felt like) i was not much help in quickly coming to her defense. i was shocked that they just let these "adorable" dogs run around without any supervision all day and all NIGHT. talking to others on the street these sweet pups were chasing people on the golf course....not something i have witnessed being as the golf course was closed down.*
the final straw comes one evenng around 10:30 when one of these lovely dogs starts barking at US through the door in our bedroom....these dogs were also in the habit of barking at one of the cats in izzy's window throughout the night, making a very unhappy, extra tired, grouchy, pregnant mother as she was waking up every time. so....jeff gets out of bed walks out the front door, rings their doorbell and explains the problem to the neighbor who cade is sure he is retired from the mafia somewhere. the humor of this is jeff is in pj bottoms, no shirt, bare foot and wearing the nose strip that makes a small dent in his snoring problem.
why today does all begin piss me off again.....because once again when i head out to turn on the sprinkler and pick up fandango's (our black lab) shit i am confronted by much smaller shit EVERYWHERE......their little pains in my ass continue to shit in my yard! i started about a month ago picking up their little turds and putting them in the middle of their driveway hoping the mafia king and family will get the hint. oh, they got the hint all right....now they let them out to shit in our yard after the lights go off here at night. i am not joking, jeff, cade and myself have all looked out the window and seen them seceretly shitting after hours. i am so pissed off by this i may just have to resort to line their sidewalk with flaming brown bags of DOG SHIT ring the doorbell and walking off with a great big smile on my face.
*another tale for another day....our backyard backs up to the golf course and as we are signing the papers hear the course is closing with an unknown date of reopening. aaaughgh....
we have nice neighbors and all, nothing like the ones we had before, these so called nice neighbors have three small black yappers. these little yappers had become accustomed to ruling the turf over here......it started with all three charging izzy (at 13 month old) in the driveway any time we walked out the door. now izzy has grown up with our 9 year old black lab and loves dogs but these little fur balls terrified her and being 9 months preggo with a belly the size of 10 watermelons (or so it felt like) i was not much help in quickly coming to her defense. i was shocked that they just let these "adorable" dogs run around without any supervision all day and all NIGHT. talking to others on the street these sweet pups were chasing people on the golf course....not something i have witnessed being as the golf course was closed down.*
the final straw comes one evenng around 10:30 when one of these lovely dogs starts barking at US through the door in our bedroom....these dogs were also in the habit of barking at one of the cats in izzy's window throughout the night, making a very unhappy, extra tired, grouchy, pregnant mother as she was waking up every time. so....jeff gets out of bed walks out the front door, rings their doorbell and explains the problem to the neighbor who cade is sure he is retired from the mafia somewhere. the humor of this is jeff is in pj bottoms, no shirt, bare foot and wearing the nose strip that makes a small dent in his snoring problem.
why today does all begin piss me off again.....because once again when i head out to turn on the sprinkler and pick up fandango's (our black lab) shit i am confronted by much smaller shit EVERYWHERE......their little pains in my ass continue to shit in my yard! i started about a month ago picking up their little turds and putting them in the middle of their driveway hoping the mafia king and family will get the hint. oh, they got the hint all right....now they let them out to shit in our yard after the lights go off here at night. i am not joking, jeff, cade and myself have all looked out the window and seen them seceretly shitting after hours. i am so pissed off by this i may just have to resort to line their sidewalk with flaming brown bags of DOG SHIT ring the doorbell and walking off with a great big smile on my face.
*another tale for another day....our backyard backs up to the golf course and as we are signing the papers hear the course is closing with an unknown date of reopening. aaaughgh....
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
one more thought for the day....
does my happiness really revolve around the block that has been missing from izzy's toy for two weeks that the cleaning ladies found today???? i really searched for that damn thing...not to mention the phone that goes to the outside of same said toy that disappeared the day i brought it home to her a month ago miraculously found also by those who make me sane. and for those whom have said to me nothing ever makes you happy.....back at you!
are you wondering if we made storytime?
Well....i know you have been sitting on the edge of your couch in front of the tv with another rerun of some "i can cook like that" show on food network today just wondering did she make it to storytime.....stay tuned
first, it was the morning from hell and i mean literally. i believe it was some form of punishment handed my way for all my harsh uncaring comments i tend to throw around about whomever may be on my shit list and believe me the list changes daily. i am awaken from my deep sleep by the phone ringing over and over....all i can think is do people with plumbing problems really think i am going to answer at 6:15 in the morning? i rush for the phone and realize it is jeff calling me not a customer freaking out over a small drip from a faucet in a bathroom they never use. i quickly hop on the internet to answer his questions and send off a fax to fix his problem only to hear annie stirring in her sleep. with great hope i mix her a bottle thinking maybe, just maybe, if i put her in my bed with a warm bottle she will sleep for another hour or two......and then just as her bottle is almost drained and she is drifting back to sleep, dear sweet izzy awakes and commences to shout in this thundering, shreeking voice, "annie, annie, annie, annie, annie". obviously i am getting up NOW! from this point on i am answering the phone (why some days does it ring so much before 10am), making breakfast, feeding both girls~no easy task, listening to mickey mouse sing the hot dog dance song knowing it will stick with me throughout the day, attempting to brush my teeth, take that morning aaaaahhhhh pee, straighten up before the cleaning ladies* come and get ready to head off to storytime because today I AM GOING TO MAKE IT!
along with going to storytime i have a list of errands to run (where does that come from anyway, i never have understood why we RUN errands, odd choice of words being as they take all day to complete). first stop pottery barn ( i LOVE me some pb of any kind) to return the curtains for the girls room that i purchased online. i made the selection as i normally do in the evening with a glass of wine or two in my system not wanting to wake the girls up by actually going in their room and measuring the windows, i guess.....so to the point, i have to make all my pbkids returns at the locale pb store because for some reason the people that study the demographics for new locations do not believe us folk in fort worth are worthy enough for a pbkids store. while pregnant with my first baby i actually drove to dallas a dozen times...crazy i know. of course, the oh, looks who's back with yet another return helpful decorative assistant (is that the correct pc title for salesperson?) dawdles through the process while i am trying to keep my kiddos from creating any unexpected purchases. check done with that stop on to the cingular store because i have ruined, broken and completely destroyed yet another phone. now mind you i have studied the local stores and believe without a doubt i found the best one....we are talking helpful, never too busy and always looking to save me a few bucks sales people. i would share this prize location but it may ruin it for me. so...no matter how i try it is impossible to get out of there under an hour and having not spent several hundred dollars.
okay, so you might have guessed by now.....we did not make it to storytime! but, i want you to know i really did try......it was just one of those damn days where nothing goes right. good news though, i have two story hours to try and make tomorrow, but don't tell jeff i am going to drive my super large suv 25 miles each way at almost $4 a gallon just to go to let some stranger read to our children because he will tell you i can stay home and do that myself.
off to the office to attempt and catch up on some work......
why do i always run around freaking as my husband says on cleaning day.....some how i work harder on cleaning day putting all the crap that piles up in every room of the house away. WHY...because i would hate to see what my weekly fee would be if i didn't. and please don't judge me, i can hear it now, "oh, amy is one of those people". my cleaning ladies are what puts some of the sanity back into my life, really, it is one of the few things i feel i truly deserve since i don't technically get a paycheck from our business. no hey i really want those shoes spending allowances coming my way nor a good job this year how about a big fat bonus check....i take it where i can get it and that comes in the form of a crew that attempt to put my house back in order.
first, it was the morning from hell and i mean literally. i believe it was some form of punishment handed my way for all my harsh uncaring comments i tend to throw around about whomever may be on my shit list and believe me the list changes daily. i am awaken from my deep sleep by the phone ringing over and over....all i can think is do people with plumbing problems really think i am going to answer at 6:15 in the morning? i rush for the phone and realize it is jeff calling me not a customer freaking out over a small drip from a faucet in a bathroom they never use. i quickly hop on the internet to answer his questions and send off a fax to fix his problem only to hear annie stirring in her sleep. with great hope i mix her a bottle thinking maybe, just maybe, if i put her in my bed with a warm bottle she will sleep for another hour or two......and then just as her bottle is almost drained and she is drifting back to sleep, dear sweet izzy awakes and commences to shout in this thundering, shreeking voice, "annie, annie, annie, annie, annie". obviously i am getting up NOW! from this point on i am answering the phone (why some days does it ring so much before 10am), making breakfast, feeding both girls~no easy task, listening to mickey mouse sing the hot dog dance song knowing it will stick with me throughout the day, attempting to brush my teeth, take that morning aaaaahhhhh pee, straighten up before the cleaning ladies* come and get ready to head off to storytime because today I AM GOING TO MAKE IT!
along with going to storytime i have a list of errands to run (where does that come from anyway, i never have understood why we RUN errands, odd choice of words being as they take all day to complete). first stop pottery barn ( i LOVE me some pb of any kind) to return the curtains for the girls room that i purchased online. i made the selection as i normally do in the evening with a glass of wine or two in my system not wanting to wake the girls up by actually going in their room and measuring the windows, i guess.....so to the point, i have to make all my pbkids returns at the locale pb store because for some reason the people that study the demographics for new locations do not believe us folk in fort worth are worthy enough for a pbkids store. while pregnant with my first baby i actually drove to dallas a dozen times...crazy i know. of course, the oh, looks who's back with yet another return helpful decorative assistant (is that the correct pc title for salesperson?) dawdles through the process while i am trying to keep my kiddos from creating any unexpected purchases. check done with that stop on to the cingular store because i have ruined, broken and completely destroyed yet another phone. now mind you i have studied the local stores and believe without a doubt i found the best one....we are talking helpful, never too busy and always looking to save me a few bucks sales people. i would share this prize location but it may ruin it for me. so...no matter how i try it is impossible to get out of there under an hour and having not spent several hundred dollars.
okay, so you might have guessed by now.....we did not make it to storytime! but, i want you to know i really did try......it was just one of those damn days where nothing goes right. good news though, i have two story hours to try and make tomorrow, but don't tell jeff i am going to drive my super large suv 25 miles each way at almost $4 a gallon just to go to let some stranger read to our children because he will tell you i can stay home and do that myself.
off to the office to attempt and catch up on some work......
why do i always run around freaking as my husband says on cleaning day.....some how i work harder on cleaning day putting all the crap that piles up in every room of the house away. WHY...because i would hate to see what my weekly fee would be if i didn't. and please don't judge me, i can hear it now, "oh, amy is one of those people". my cleaning ladies are what puts some of the sanity back into my life, really, it is one of the few things i feel i truly deserve since i don't technically get a paycheck from our business. no hey i really want those shoes spending allowances coming my way nor a good job this year how about a big fat bonus check....i take it where i can get it and that comes in the form of a crew that attempt to put my house back in order.
Monday, June 23, 2008
addiction in the making......
i am a new blogger and am afraid it may become an addiction such as myspace was for me a year ago. however, i hope to keep with this new release of nonsense that floats in my head at all hours of the day. cade, my nephew, will gladly appreciate this new outlet. over and over on the way to school i am talking to him from the end of the street* to the school where he jumps out as fast as he can to stop the chit chat in the morning and continuously he says, "you did it again, a another story about nothing."
however, i hope to share some of the crazy happenings that make up my daily life with you and my husband hopes for peace in the evenings. i often long for that adult conversation that does not deal with kiddos or plumbing issues or what is on my to do list tomorrow...not the list i make daily but my husband's list for me which adds to at all hours of the day and night. please leave me your comments and enjoy, i know i have laughed out loud many times in the dark of my daughters' room while they try to "put themselves to sleep" reading other peoples tor id tales of daily happenings.
*it takes the length of the street for me to down as much coffee as humanly possible to rev up the engine.
however, i hope to share some of the crazy happenings that make up my daily life with you and my husband hopes for peace in the evenings. i often long for that adult conversation that does not deal with kiddos or plumbing issues or what is on my to do list tomorrow...not the list i make daily but my husband's list for me which adds to at all hours of the day and night. please leave me your comments and enjoy, i know i have laughed out loud many times in the dark of my daughters' room while they try to "put themselves to sleep" reading other peoples tor id tales of daily happenings.
*it takes the length of the street for me to down as much coffee as humanly possible to rev up the engine.
would oprah wave her finger in my face?
i find myself constantly wondering if i am not providing enough experiences for the girls. crazy thought, especially since they are only 20 and 6 months old.....you would think! for instance, i have been saying for months, "i need to sign izzy up for little gym" but have not done so. i started thinking it would be a good place for her acrobatic ways, for example, one day when i heard water rushing i found her on top of the toilet tank. i mean literally standing on top of the tank playing with a candle in the window...not such a scary thing except she was only 13 months old and just taking her first steps. so, if you are counting, little gym is the first of my slacken off parenting ways.
secondly, every week i have every intention of making it to one of 7 to 20 story time hours i have posted on my fridge. i started really well and began reading to izzy every day, three books before each nap and three before bed...then came the hey i need you to just go to sleep because mommy has a list of other things to do phase we are still in. i do take credit for her love of books and even now she tries to read them to herself because mommy is too busy. in particular she has one book and on every page we do something, like play peekaboo, clap our hands, tickle each other, or laugh out loud; well she now sits by herself and turns the pages and does it my herself. one part of me thinks wow, izzy is so smart and the side of reality is how awful am i, it only takes two minutes to read together and she loves it. (tomorrow is cleaning day and i am determined to make it to story time...i will let you know if we make it)
The third thing is my lack of interest in play dates....i am just not one of those social people. i don't make friends easily and rarely fit in with a group of girls. i just am so damn opinionated! so how does this effect my 20 month old...well, she only interacts with a few chosen friends and i am still terrified of leaving her in the gym daycare. it is not that i think they will not watch her, it is she has this habit (since birth) of crying until she vomits....and she uses this ability whenever possible. i have to give her credit, she will now stay with a select few people and does anything daddy wants her too, so she is getting better.
maybe all these thoughts occur because i have friends who started their children in music classes @ 8 months old, have done little gym from birth (pretty much), interact in playdates, mops (not sure exactly what this is, but i am on the waiting list), and started "school" by one. (izzy does start in the fall at university christan church) these are also my friends whom prepare dinner daily, find time for girls night out, massages/pedicures and remarkably have lost all their baby weight.
as for Annie, my 6 month old, she has it made....she has izzy to read to her, play with her, and best of all, izzy does all the things she should be doing in little gym on top of her sister.
maybe oprah or my children will ignore my shortcomings....i am just so damn busy with running a company, raising two, yes two kiddos under the age of two, keeping up with a 13 year old nephew who is living here so he does not have to live away from his friends and school, a husband (who is increasingly finding his own way around here, once again from my neglect i am sure), 1 dog and 3 cats. just think we are thinking of another baby sometime next year......i just may be crazy!
secondly, every week i have every intention of making it to one of 7 to 20 story time hours i have posted on my fridge. i started really well and began reading to izzy every day, three books before each nap and three before bed...then came the hey i need you to just go to sleep because mommy has a list of other things to do phase we are still in. i do take credit for her love of books and even now she tries to read them to herself because mommy is too busy. in particular she has one book and on every page we do something, like play peekaboo, clap our hands, tickle each other, or laugh out loud; well she now sits by herself and turns the pages and does it my herself. one part of me thinks wow, izzy is so smart and the side of reality is how awful am i, it only takes two minutes to read together and she loves it. (tomorrow is cleaning day and i am determined to make it to story time...i will let you know if we make it)
The third thing is my lack of interest in play dates....i am just not one of those social people. i don't make friends easily and rarely fit in with a group of girls. i just am so damn opinionated! so how does this effect my 20 month old...well, she only interacts with a few chosen friends and i am still terrified of leaving her in the gym daycare. it is not that i think they will not watch her, it is she has this habit (since birth) of crying until she vomits....and she uses this ability whenever possible. i have to give her credit, she will now stay with a select few people and does anything daddy wants her too, so she is getting better.
maybe all these thoughts occur because i have friends who started their children in music classes @ 8 months old, have done little gym from birth (pretty much), interact in playdates, mops (not sure exactly what this is, but i am on the waiting list), and started "school" by one. (izzy does start in the fall at university christan church) these are also my friends whom prepare dinner daily, find time for girls night out, massages/pedicures and remarkably have lost all their baby weight.
as for Annie, my 6 month old, she has it made....she has izzy to read to her, play with her, and best of all, izzy does all the things she should be doing in little gym on top of her sister.
maybe oprah or my children will ignore my shortcomings....i am just so damn busy with running a company, raising two, yes two kiddos under the age of two, keeping up with a 13 year old nephew who is living here so he does not have to live away from his friends and school, a husband (who is increasingly finding his own way around here, once again from my neglect i am sure), 1 dog and 3 cats. just think we are thinking of another baby sometime next year......i just may be crazy!
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