Kiddos

Why is it so hard for me to believe that my children are truly mine? I look at them each and every day in absolute amazement. I feel like I'm living a dream. I cannot believe my husband and I created these two beautiful human beings. I know it happens everyday, babies are born all over the world, but my children make me feel so special. I feel like I've been giving such an unique and amazing gift.

I love watching the two of them grow and develop. My son is so smart. I feel like he is special in so many ways. His personality has really blossomed over the past year. I grew up with three sisters, so having a son has been a real treat. Little boys are so much fun, very different from girls. I'm still trying to get to know my daughter; I'm not really sure who she is just yet and I'm still trying to get used to the girl thing. I do know she is gorgeous. I'm not sure how I managed to create a blue-eyed, blond hair baby, but believe me she's mine. I pushed an hour and a half to get her out; I've earned the right to call her mine!

I get so excited when the end of my work day rolls around, b/c I can't wait to see their smiling faces. I love them so much it physically hurts. I feel like the luckiest woman on this earth!!

You know what's really funny? Having children really does make you appreciate your parents. I've never admitted that to my mom and dad (don't tell them, that would make them way too happy). I can't believe my mother raised four girls.

I'm convinced that being a parent is the most difficult yet rewarding job.

Friday the 13th

I'm really not a superstitous person, but I'm begining to believe in all the myths surrounding Friday the 13th. Today is (yep, you guessed it) Friday the 13th. My day started out horrible. My son was possessed this morning. He woke up in a bad mood and it got worse as the morning progressed. He didn't like the shorts I tried to put on him, his socks were pulled up too high, his shoes were too tight and he refused to brush his teeth. Oh yeah and he kept insisting that his boonaa (a.k.a. buttocks) was scratchy.

So, after managing to get everyone dressed, fed and packed up for the day, we headed off to daycare. Today was "bring your favorite ball to school day", but Grant didn't feel like participating and wanted to leave his ball in the car. For the past month Grant has been leaving his boo (a.k.a. pacifier) in the car while at daycare. Well after we made it into the building he decided he needed his boo. I told him no, that he was going to the big boy room and couldn't have it. He threw a very public tantrum right in the middle of the daycare lobby. The tantrum continued for twenty minutes as I tried to settle his sister, Gwyn in her room. Teachers tried to calm him down, but I think he scared them. I was very tired, so I gave in and went back out to the car to get his boo. By this time, I was very anxious to get to work.

I made it to work at 10:00 (right on time). I spent the first half of the day finishing up a project I started yesterday. I left for lunch. After parking, I dropped my keys under my seat in the car and spent 15 minutes trying to reach them. Lunch went well. I returned to work and discovered that our database crashed and the work I completed yesterday and this morning was not saved. That's when I decided to create this posting to vent.

Now that I feel a little better, I'm going to redo everything I did yesterday and this morning and pray that I make it through the rest of the day safely. I'm also really hoping that Grant's possession has worn off.


Bye for now,

Me