I don't miss you yet

I have not posted in a while, tonight is going to be just a short note from my day today.

I usually get my children back on Sundays. However their dad needed me to get them Saturday. Noah had decided he wanted to stay at his Nanny and Papa's house so he could go to church on Sunday. Not a problem with me, I don't often get alone time with Lillian, plus she is sick so I knew I could count on some good snuggle time. Lilly and I ended up falling asleep on the couch together, which totally amazed me because she has never fallen asleep with me before. Noah was always my baby who wanted to be held, and snuggled. It wasn't until about 16 months old that he finally started going to sleep in his own bed. He still slips into my bed sometime in the middle of the night every now and then. Sometimes I do not notice, and other times I miss the days when I would snuggle him, so I let him stay. Usually Lillian just get cranky until I suggest that she head to bed, where she will quickly fall asleep. So to have her crash on the couch with me was awesome!

Today Lillian and I had a great day together, we played dolly's, colored, ate lunch, took a walk outside, she took a nap, I did laundry and cleaned the house. I sat down towards the end of Lillian's nap and looked at the time. It was 4:30. My day had flown by. I also realized that I had not heard from the kid's grandparents. So I gave them a call. Noah was doing good as usual, and I said I can come pick him up, that I was going to wake Lilly up in just a bit. Nanny had run out to the store, and Papa said he would have her call me back.

About 20 min later, Lilly was up eating a snack, and Nanny called me. Noah had asked to stay the night again. I miss my little man, but I know he loves his grandparents. Noah use to be the only, and then the baby came along. I know he enjoys getting his alone times with those he loves. I did ask to talk to him to tell him I love him, and miss him. This was our conversation;

Noah: "I just want to stay at Nanny and Papa's"

Mommy: "Hi baby! I love you! You going to be a good boy for your Nanny and Papa?"

Noah: "Yes."

Mommy: "I miss you baby"

Noah: "I not miss you yet"

Mommy: "Oh, well, when you do miss me, you going to come home?"

Noah: "I just playing mommy, I miss you."

Mommy: "Ok baby, you be a good boy, love you"

Noah: "OKmommyloveyoubyyyyeee!"

Kids. Gotta love them right? Right, you can't help it.

How your cWAtch?

I tell you some days I really just love my life. I really enjoy comedy, and it seems that a lot of funny stuff happens around/to me. Unfortunately I have a horrid memory, so unless it was super funny, or I write it down (like on here) I tend to forget it. On second thought, maybe my lack of memory is the reason my life is so good! Ha!

OK, so at work my assistant manager Evelyn keeps bugging me about my work pants. I don't think they look bad, she thinks they are a little tight/look like workout pants/too short/or some other thing I can't remember. I however find that they are my most comfortable work pants. Tired of hearing it every time I wear them, I grabbed my too large to wear work pants and brought them with me today to get taken in on my lunch. I think Evelyn did a black flip, in her high heals :)

I have never had anything tailored before, so this was a new experience for me. Don't get me wrong, I had a pretty good idea what was going to happen. After getting detailed directions from Evelyn, I made my way down to Jenny's Tailor in Cary. I pull up, grab my clothes and go in.

I pull open the door, and I hear this dull beep (I find out later on my way out that is is a wireless door alarm you can buy pretty much anywhere, and they taped it to the door with what appeared to be packing tape... classy). To my right there is the neon blue couch and an old Asian man zoned out on it. I hear the TV playing some sort or soap opera. He says to me "You need to try on?" and pointed to the dressing room. I said "HUH?" *haha... internal giggle here.* Then he calls to his partner in crime, Mrs. Jenny (I suppose). She comes out from behind piles, and piles of clothes hung up on racks with slips of paper attached to them. I ask her some simple questions, and then ask her as if I knew all along what I am suppose to do "You need me to try these on?" she points and says yes.

So I head in there, and pull the makeshift door closed. Change into one of the pants and sweaters, go out and show her how I want the shirt, she starts to walk away like that was all I needed, and I say "what about the pants?" and she says "what you want?" I ask her to take them in some at the waist, and then I notice that when I squat a little that the front pokes out. So she does the reach around... yea. And grabs hold of my crotch. She was in that area for what seemed like ten minutes, pinning and marking with chalk. Then the most hilarious thing ever. She looked at me stone cold and says "how's your cWAtch?"

There I am, staring at my crotch, fighting back a fit of laughter, and I just say "it's good". She points to the dressing room again, and like a lost puppy, I head back in. Change, and out again. I once again show her how I want this shirt, and then onto the pants. "How your cWATCh?" I must have had a look on my face, because she yelled it at me next, "HOW YOU CWATCH ON THIS PANT?" "Fine, its good." I even reached down and shielded it with my hand. She points, I go. Thank God that is over.

Moral of the story, New pants and shirts $60.00. Two shirts, two paints taken in $44.00. Having "How's your cWAtch?" yelled at you, priceless!

Eww Mommy! She Stinks!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! *groan* Snooze. As I'm laying there, I am haunted by a question I'm sure many people have asked... Why a nine minute snooze? (later on I sort of found my answer here.) Before I had time to ponder about this, and before I really had time to "snooze", I see the back of a little boy creeping around my door. The same little boy who use to come scampering into my room, hop into my bed, is now tip toeing around very mischievously.

"Noah... What are you doing?"

"It's mornin' time Mommy." (incase I missed the memo...)

"Yes son, I know that, but why are you sneaking around?"

"I'm just checkin' it out mom."

And how can I argue with that? He has only slept here once before last night. I had just moved to this new place at the ending of our last week together.

I managed to unfurl my self from the cocoon of blankets. As usual he wants a pop tart, some juice and nick jr. Your wish is my command Little Master. Not long and Lilly is making noise from the bedroom. I wonder what it is like to wake up and be full of energy. She comes bouncing out of her room on tip toes "juuuice..." One cup of juice for the Little Lady coming up.

Kids settled on the couch, this is my time to hastily get ready for my day. I have the whole thing timed down to 40 minutes, this is to maximize on my sleep time while still looking fresh and rested, let the count down begin!

Half way through my speedy routine I hear "EWW LILLY, YOU STINK!" And here comes Noah trotting into my bathroom with his nose buried into the crack of his elbow.

"What's wrong son?"

"She pooted"

"I'm sure the smell is gone Noah, go sit back on the couch and eat your breakfast."

"uht uhh" (three year old for No.)

And then I watch as if I'm at a dog race, "And they're off, #1 running to the room. Following closely is #2, and she is gaining speed. Around the bend, here they come again, #2 on the tail of #1. I hear whining coming from #1, its a warning to #2 to back off. Around the coffee table, through the kitchen and back to the room..." After a few more laps around the house, and all the crying and whining I could stand so early in the morning, I decided to intervene. Pop tart crumbs scattered from the living room to their bedroom, this is unacceptable. I try to tell Noah that the smell (which I find it hard to believe could have been very offensive to him) is gone, I even fanned her butt to ensure there was nothing still lingering around. No good. This kept up until I was finished. Oh well, you win some, you loose some.

They are pretty good about getting their clothes on, and shoes and coats wrangled up. Ever since Lilly and figured out that she can do it her self all I hear about everything is "self... self" so I let her have at it! Lunch is already packed, I grabbed Noah' lunch box out of the fridge and put it in is back pack, and I set it on the table.

Finishing up a few details, and we are set to go. We piled out to the car, and zoomed off. Half way down the road I realized I forgot his dern back pack! After a perfectly executed three-point turn, a quick dash inside, we are back on track.

Once the kids are dropped off, I have a 30 minute-ish drive to work. Bob and The Showgram have a permanent residency on my morning drive. Once I'm to work, it's business as usual. The morning flies by, lunch was satisfying and the second half of my day was not that shabby either. Rushing home to my babies is a constant gamble... How fast is fast enough to satisfy my need for speed, and still not get pulled? (guh... yes, this is one of my bad habits. I'm working on it, one MPH at a time.)

Kids in the car, strapped in, its time to finally relax. On our short 10 minute drive home we have decided we are going to watch a movie after bath time. Children after my own heart they agree on Sleeping Beauty. The three of us snuggle up on the couch, watch our movie and as soon as it is finished its off to bed. They really are at times so well behaved, I just sit back in amazement. Kisses, hugs and then tucked in, its Mommy time!

Blog entry completed, its time for me to nestle back into my cocoon and dream about what's in store for tomorrow, G'night!

~Cholie

(side note: as I'm laying in bed writing this, I heard a ca-clunk-bang come from the other side of the house, AKA; the kids half. So I ventured down that hall, flipped on the light to find that my daughter Lilly was not where I had left her. She couldn't have gone far, since I can see straight into their room from mine... and then I see this pint sized foot poking out from under the bed. How she managed to get from on top, to under, and I mean ALL the way under the bed is beyond me. Kids, they're amazing!)