Scenes from my Crazy Week

I don't even have time to really write this post. It's late and my eyes are heavy. Words are blurring into each other and my stomach is turning from nausea over being so run-down and tired.

But I need to get this post out.

Things are non-stop crazy busy. It feels like I'm always prefacing my posts like this. I still often wonder when things are going to slow down and I can sit at home with the babies while they play and not have deadlines and fundraisers and girls' nights looming over my head.

I don't even think I can put together enough coherent sentences to sum up these past weeks

so I will give you the highlight reel...

Sisters.

Rocking self-picked outfits at Kmart.

This mischievous little smile after throwing her cake overboard...

Seriously though, WHO throws perfectly good cake on the floor?! She mustn't be mine...

well, at least she licked off all of the icing first.

On a separate occasion, the chocolate bandit, Ella.

Dancing with my baby

Celebrating 100 days of school.

I still can't quite wrap my head around the fact that my boy can count to 100 and beyond.

He's such a smart, funny little guy. How did I get so lucky??

He had to count out 100 pieces of pasta to signify the 100 days of school.

He was so proud that he could do it all on his own.

Check out this boy's freckles!! Every time I turn around he's got 10 new ones.

He still asks me nearly every single day when he will finally lose a tooth.

For his sake? I hope it happens soon. For mine? I kinda hope it never happens.

I am SOOO not ready for him to grow up.

Brushing perfect, little teeth.

Look at her eyelashes...



And then there's the Hand-Over-Your-Toothbrush dance with Ella.

It never fails. She always ends up crying after trying to hide it behind her back.

Thoughtful, totally unexpected little gifts from friends.

Bedtime Stories

Breakfast with my big girl

A girl & her dog

One really happy and playful baby girl...

Progress on the playhouse

(FYI: I wrote this last night)

Tonight I'm watching Sleepless in Seattle because I need a mindless, feel-good movie to restore my mood from grumpy to sappy, hopeful. I've seen this movie at least a hundred times. Its been a hell of a night and I'm hungry and tired. So, I made myself a coffee and settled myself all comfortably on my big broken-in green couch. Every time I took a sip I noticed that my coffee kept getting lower and lower. Halfway through the movie I caught Miss Kate drinking my damn coffee! I don't blame her really, that Peppermint Mocha creamer is amazing! She's going to be up ALL night! These photos are a result of that...

As the movie is ending, I look over at my little green-eyed, chocolate-haired baby and she's smiling to herself, enamored by Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks holding hands as the music swells and the camera pans to a shot of NYC... She looks over at me like she's one of my girlfriends and says, "I love New York", like she's been there 10 times. And for good measure she adds, "I love my daddy too."

I rub her cheek with the back of my finger and tell her I love her soft beautiful cheeks.

She innocently says, "Thanks mama." Then she looks at me for something to compliment back.

My thick mess of black curls thrown into a sloppy bun on top of my head? Not so much.

My ratty, holey of FDNY t-shirt and sweats? Nope.

So, she kindly tells me, "I love your pink cell phone."

Thank you, my sweet, sweet Kate.

And now I'm off to bed after I tie bows on all the valentines for Charlie's kinder class tomorrow.

Sigh...  A mother's work? Never done.

It's a good thing I love it so much.

Sweet dreams!