B- O- O- B

Today was my niece's birthday party and she had a Cinderella cake made by Grandpa.  Everyone started requesting which part of the body they wanted.  Miriam wanted the face.  Becky and Emma wanted the hair.  Some of the adults joined in and wanted her arms.  What was left over was the bust.  I blurted out to the next person in line: "Sorry but you get the boobs."  And then I realized what I had said, so I apologized for saying "b-o-o-b".  Becky quickly says back, "b-o-o-b"??  I know what that is, that's "boob"  because 2 o's make an "oooo" sound.  "B-o-o-b spells boob mommy."  She didn't understand why everyone was laughing so hard.  I guess I can't spell things anymore if I want to hide it from my oldest daughter too.

Times for myself.

I'm learning that taking short cuts on how I care for myself has been very detrimental to my emotional health and my mothering.  Yes my kids are young, and apparently, as I've heard from many people it will #1: get better, #2: go by really fast, #3: not last forever.  Well how does that really help me as I parent, I mean really?  I feel like basically you're telling me, suck it up and don't whine, we've all been there, treasure these times while you have them.  Great, but its really hard when you're looking at these little people, who belong to you, and are your responsibility, and they are screaming, and fighting, and whining.  There are good times, but as human beings, its natural for us to focus on the bad and remember the ugly.
I know this season won't last forever, but I'm still going to take time to regenerate myself (which means time away from my kids *gasp).  I want to remember this time in 10 years as a time in my life where I was smart, had wisdom in training my kids, and used tools to self soothe--- rather than remember it as surviving or not even remembering it at all.  When the good times happen I want to be able to take them in like a breath of fresh air, slow and deep, not as a sudden gasp.  In order for that to happen I have to take my "me" time seriously.  I'm no longer taking short cuts.  I'm taking care of me, so that I can take care of my beautiful girls in a more healthy way.

New look to my blog!

I haven't blogged for a while and I decided to motivate myself I would figure out how to make it look "prettier".  Here's what's happening in our neck of the woods:
The Good: The girls are loving school/daycare.  God is so good, he provided an opening at Christ Lutheran for all three full time.  They have done an exceptional job adjusting to school/daycare life and love being with other kids and making new friends.
I have 2 part time jobs now.  They are intertwined during the week.  My first job that I've had since Sept '09 is as a Spanish interpreter at a children's pediatric clinic, Capernaum.  My newer job that I recently got in April of '10 is an office assistant for an Insurance Broker, I'm also using my Spanish there for Hispanic clients.
The Bad: Adjusting to our new journey has brought out the worst in all of us at time.  Depending on God's grace daily to help us through crying and tantrums.  This is also a beautiful thing as I get to see the kids evolve in their faithfulness and love towards each other.
The Ugly: I have more weeds BY FAR than anything that I actually planted in my garden plot.  I guess all of the above has taken precedence over my inner green thumb (which is probably a good thing since every time I'm out there I'm hit with allergies.)

Becky'isms

Help me carry this, I'm not an octopus.

singing: our God is an awesome God He reigns, from heaven above with twins and power and love our God is an awesome God.

does Becky predict the future?

Becky to Emma: "Emma when you're 8, I'll be 10 and Grace will be 6 and we'll have a baby brother by then too."

He didn't sweep me away...

I was at a Christmas concert practice this week and I brought Becky with me to watch. During someone else's turn Becky wanted to go get a drink of water. I told her where it was and let her go. She came back a few seconds later and said she couldn't find it. I told her to walk a little farther. So a couple minutes later she comes back.

"Did you find it?"

"Yes" she whispered. "A boy helped me."

I play gasped... teasing her.

"But don't worry mommy, he didn't sweep me away." She assured me.

Jesus Did

When Becky woke up this morning she said to me: "Guess who touched me last night mommy?" "Who" "JESUS!!!" "Did he... tickle you?" "No, He was very gentle and nice Jesus."

awww!