So it's been a bit since I've blogged... (understatement of the year). I figure I'll give a quick update on our lives at the moment.
Ally is turning 4 in November. 4! That is such a big number. She's not in school... although every other child around her seems to me. She's so smart and loves to learn, I feel like I'm doing her a disservice by not enrolling her anywhere, but the thing is... we can't afford any kind of crazy "tuition," and her birthday prevents her from being eligible for pre-K this year. I don't know. I feel lost when it comes to all these first-child decisions. The poor thing hasn't even been involved in any kind of organized activities. I know there's plenty of time for all of that in the future, but I feel like if we just keep saying, "Oh, well, we want to put her in something... eventually," it's never going to happen! Anyway, Ally has one of the biggest personalities I've ever seen. I don't spend enough one-on-one time with her, but when I do she is so entertaining. The conversations I have with her crack me up. Love that girl.
Drew is almost 19 months. Ally was 18 months when he was conceived. He is my spoiled child (because he is the baby, of course!). He is getting to that ornery stage though. We've been getting onto him a lot more lately. He likes to test us, as all children do. Unfortunately he's also as that stage where separation anxiety has become an issue. In fact, I haven't been to the gym in ages because he has a breakdown every time I drop him off. (Not that I'm using him as an excuse to not work out or anything.......). He also sleeps with me. Every night. I can't remember the last time he spent an entire night in his crib. I don't mind it so much, but Chad is over it. He spends most of his nights on the couch in the living room when he's home. But besides the separation anxiety and the sleeping issues, he is such a sweetie. He gives me hugs and kisses without being asked, he loves to dance, he's learning new words every day, he has a great arm, and he's awesome at cuddling. Plus he's a mama's boy. :)
Chad is busy busy. He's in school Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, as well as working the fire department and the clinic. He also has call back that he works (48 hours straight) and he teaches the occasional CPR class. I hardly see that boy anymore. And when I do, it's a lot of sitting around thinking about how to spend our time, and honestly, he's so used to being busy that it drives him nuts just sitting around. Which of course I take personally. I just keep telling myself that life is not going to be like this forever. I will not be stuck with 2 kids under 4, all alone, with nothing to do and nowhere to go for the rest of my life. I try to cherish this time as much as possible but there are days that I just want to rip my hair out. I am not a great stay-at-home mom. I wish they had classes on how to do all that comes with being a wife and a mom. I've come a ways domestically since Chad and I first moved in together, but I still have a lot to learn. I spend so much of my time browsing blogs of women that seem to know everything about motherhood and domesticity. I've read articles on how these women make the rest of us feel inadequate and you should know that you are good enough just the way you are, blah blah blah. Okay. Well I don't, thanks for that.
I should also mention that Chad is taking all these classes because he will be going to med school. One day, I will be married to a doctor and live the good life. That is one thing that keeps me going ;)
As for me and what I've been up to. Hmm... a lot of reality TV and reading. I'm currently reading The Light Between Oceans, and I'm addicted to all the Real Housewives series, especially New York. A lot of wishing for rain and cooler weather, rearranging and attempted organization, playing Scrabble on my Android, and tickle fights with my tots. Regardless of how uneventful things seem around here and how I don't feel like I could ever achieve mother-of-the-year status, one thing holds true. I love my babies and the man I married more than anything in this world. And as always I tell myself, things could be so much worse. I have a great home, great family, we've got our health and our happiness 90% of the time. One day, my kids will be all grown up and my husband will be at work while I'm getting botox, and I'll think about how much I miss these days. You just won't be able to tell that I'm nostalgic because of the injections.
Until next time, whenever that may be...