Showing posts with label mother's day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother's day. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
It's your day, Mama!
Kiersten was very excited on sunday to inform me that it was "my day". Ben was sweet enough to have my favorite breakfast ready and waiting for me as soon as Evie woke me up that morning. He took the girls to buy me a gift on saturday, and they couldn't wait til the next morning to give it to me. We played a game of hot and cold for me to find the gift. I finally located it in the washing machine. Please ignore Kiersten's bum scratching...
They got me this adorable charm bracelet, and picked out all the pieces for me. The 3 girls are obviously my kids' birth stones. The hexagon beads are my and Ben's birth stones, and they just chose a few other cute beads and charms to complete it. Isn't that the cutest present?
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bows,
jewelry,
mother's day
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
5/11/10
Kiersten and Kara had fun making welcome home cards for Daddy on Friday. They were so excited for him to see them and the rice krispie treats we made for him. I was so glad to finally see him after a week away. Friday was a really busy day. I ended up having to take both girls to my dr. appt with me, which was at 3:45. I had them both asleep in the stroller when I got there, but I ended up waiting til after 5 to see the doctor, so they woke up, and were getting very restless by the time I saw her. She rushed through the appt. a bit, most likely because of two whiny kids. She is concerned that I might be getting preeclampsia again with this pregnancy. I had it with Kara, but not Kiersten. Her main concern was my blood pressure, but I think it may have been high because I was so annoyed at waiting so long and having the girls there with me. I also had a few other symptoms, so we will see where it's at when I go back in two weeks. After the appt, I had to hurry up to fife for Kara's ballet rehearsal. It was really disorganized, and I was pretty frustrated. They insisted we get there by 6:30, and it took all of 2 minutes to get Kara into her costume. (after which, they didn't want her having any snacks, and we still hadn't had dinner.) Then, her group didn't get to practice until after 7:30. Of course Kiersten was acting up, but who can blame her? It was so nice to get home to Ben and dinner, and just unwind from the long day. He even let me go to bed early, and took care of the girls' bedtime.
On thursday, I got these pretty flowers from Ben. They were for mother's day, but he opted to have me get them a few days early. The girls were really excited about them too. Kara actually tried to take credit for them, but when I talked to Ben on the phone, he said she hadn't known anything about it. So funny. Now these flowers are blooming so beautifully, but I haven't taken another picture.
On friday, I got these pretty flowers from my parents for mother's day. I love having all these beautiful, fresh flowers in my house. I took this picture before I cut the stems down. They are looking prettier every day.
On sunday, Ben and the girls made me a yummy pancake breakfast, although I opted to eat it in the kitchen instead of bed, to avoid crumbs. silly, I know. The girls gave me new oven mitts, potholders, and kitchen towels which I really needed. Ben helped them pick out very nice ones for me. We had a nice, relaxing day together. It was a great mother's day.
I just love these two girls! Kara has spring break this week, so it has been nice to sleep in a little later than usual. Kiersten went pee in the potty 3 times yesterday, and so far twice today. Next week, I am going to go to full days of training. I bought her some stickers today, and plan on making her a potty chart to earn a fun reward.
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messy face,
mother's day,
sisters
Friday, May 8, 2009
5/8/09
this is a journal entry I wrote earlier in the week. I thought it would be a good one to share for mother's day coming up. Don't worry, I pared it down a lot and tried to fix it up as much as possible, so it wouldn't sound like a rambling journal entry.
Today was a cleaning day. I spent hours getting the house clean. 20-30 minutes of it was spent cleaning the playroom. I also needed to clean the kitchen floor, so I sent the girls into the playroom to get them out of the way. (and keep Kiersten out of the garbage pile.) I didn't expect them to sit in there and not play with their toys, but I also didn't expect to walk back in after less than 10 minutes and see every shelf, bin, and basket completely empty and toys everywhere. I'm not joking when I say EVERY toy was on the floor. I didn't want to blow my top, so I closed my eyes and counted to 3. I made myself calm down. (Kiersten helped by looking at me with a sweet and innocent smile.) I put Kara on book picking-up duty, while I started clearing a path.
I couldn't help but think back to my pre-kid days. Those days were so simple, so easy, and so taken for granted. I was free to do what I wanted, sleep when I was tired, and be selfish if I wanted to. After a moment, I realized that even though back then I had no diapers to change, no puke to clean, and a lot less whining to listen to, I had no Kiersten baby to rock to sleep at night. I had no mornings of waking up to see Karalee's smiling face hovering over me, and hearing her say, "good morning sleepy-head!" I didn't have little feet to follow me everywhere, or a chubby little hand to hold every time I went down stairs. I did have more alone time with Ben, but what I didn't have were lazy sunday afternoons spent playing with our kids together. I didn't get to experience the look on his face when he looks at our girls. And I didn't get to see those happy little eyes and the way they both look back at him.
So I stopped feeling so sorry for myself and told Kara she had helped clean up enough and could go play. She excitedly ran into the livingroom to arrange a running race with her little sister. Then I started to think about how fast they are growing up. They have both changed so much since last year. I wondered how different they'll be next year. I was kinda sad to think of myself when they're all grown up and on their own. I'm sure it will be nice to have personal space and alone time. I think I'll be able to appreciate being kid-free again. Ben and I will be able to do whatever we want without stepping on toys, or listening to 2 kids screaming at once. But I wont be getting Kiersten's slobbery kisses at bed time. I wont be able to listen to Kara's crazy stories and silly versions of songs. So when I have a clean and quiet house, I'm gonna miss these little girls. I'll probably sit around looking at pictures and remembering cute things they once did. I'm gonna miss hugging them every day and being the person they always come to for everything. I'll probably be spending a few mother's days without them. I'll have memories and pictures, and even the teddy bear they gave me for this mother's day, but it will still be a little sad. Of course I'll be hoping for a phone call. I'll be overjoyed if I get it and a little devastated if I don't. I'll wonder what they're doing every day, and if they had something healthy for lunch. I'll probably pry into their lives more than I should, and call them more than they'd like. I'll know it, but I'll do it anyway because I always want to know they're okay.
So I was thinking about the old me, who didn't get to know what "mother's love" feels like, and the future me, who is gonna have to watch those girls grow up and leave someday, and it made me feel pretty happy to have someone to clean up after today. Especially 2 girls as cute as mine. So I shut the door to the playroom and let Kara pick out a game, and spent the rest of the "cleaning time" playing sesame street chutes and ladders with my little girlies.

see how cute they are?
Today was a cleaning day. I spent hours getting the house clean. 20-30 minutes of it was spent cleaning the playroom. I also needed to clean the kitchen floor, so I sent the girls into the playroom to get them out of the way. (and keep Kiersten out of the garbage pile.) I didn't expect them to sit in there and not play with their toys, but I also didn't expect to walk back in after less than 10 minutes and see every shelf, bin, and basket completely empty and toys everywhere. I'm not joking when I say EVERY toy was on the floor. I didn't want to blow my top, so I closed my eyes and counted to 3. I made myself calm down. (Kiersten helped by looking at me with a sweet and innocent smile.) I put Kara on book picking-up duty, while I started clearing a path.
I couldn't help but think back to my pre-kid days. Those days were so simple, so easy, and so taken for granted. I was free to do what I wanted, sleep when I was tired, and be selfish if I wanted to. After a moment, I realized that even though back then I had no diapers to change, no puke to clean, and a lot less whining to listen to, I had no Kiersten baby to rock to sleep at night. I had no mornings of waking up to see Karalee's smiling face hovering over me, and hearing her say, "good morning sleepy-head!" I didn't have little feet to follow me everywhere, or a chubby little hand to hold every time I went down stairs. I did have more alone time with Ben, but what I didn't have were lazy sunday afternoons spent playing with our kids together. I didn't get to experience the look on his face when he looks at our girls. And I didn't get to see those happy little eyes and the way they both look back at him.
So I stopped feeling so sorry for myself and told Kara she had helped clean up enough and could go play. She excitedly ran into the livingroom to arrange a running race with her little sister. Then I started to think about how fast they are growing up. They have both changed so much since last year. I wondered how different they'll be next year. I was kinda sad to think of myself when they're all grown up and on their own. I'm sure it will be nice to have personal space and alone time. I think I'll be able to appreciate being kid-free again. Ben and I will be able to do whatever we want without stepping on toys, or listening to 2 kids screaming at once. But I wont be getting Kiersten's slobbery kisses at bed time. I wont be able to listen to Kara's crazy stories and silly versions of songs. So when I have a clean and quiet house, I'm gonna miss these little girls. I'll probably sit around looking at pictures and remembering cute things they once did. I'm gonna miss hugging them every day and being the person they always come to for everything. I'll probably be spending a few mother's days without them. I'll have memories and pictures, and even the teddy bear they gave me for this mother's day, but it will still be a little sad. Of course I'll be hoping for a phone call. I'll be overjoyed if I get it and a little devastated if I don't. I'll wonder what they're doing every day, and if they had something healthy for lunch. I'll probably pry into their lives more than I should, and call them more than they'd like. I'll know it, but I'll do it anyway because I always want to know they're okay.
So I was thinking about the old me, who didn't get to know what "mother's love" feels like, and the future me, who is gonna have to watch those girls grow up and leave someday, and it made me feel pretty happy to have someone to clean up after today. Especially 2 girls as cute as mine. So I shut the door to the playroom and let Kara pick out a game, and spent the rest of the "cleaning time" playing sesame street chutes and ladders with my little girlies.
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mother's day
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