Halleluja!

Haaaaa-le-lu-ja
Halleluja
Halleluja
Haaaaa-le-lu-ja
Ha-le-hey-luja!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cleveland Rocked!

 Here we are doing what we did best for the better part of the weekend: eating and drinking. I had joking told the waitress that I wanted the large margarita and she told me there actually was a larger size. Joke was on me.

 Picture of Mom at the insane farmer's market right by her house.

 We stood in line for one of these crepes for, well, forever. It was here that we both realized that while standing in any line, anywhere, we both tend to be the "cut through" person for people walking past. Wonder why that is?

 View of the market from up high. This was only one of the buildings - the other one held most of the fresh fruit and vegetables. If we had one of these in MN I would live there.

 A little band played while people shopped.

 This is the house from "A Christmas Story." Cool, right?!?

Notice anything in the window? Fra-gi-le.

I had an absolutely wonderful time with my Mom and miss her already!!

Everything She Says

is cute.

She's busy growing in to a big girl and I'm holding on so tight to the baby that's still in there.

She has a very funny vocabulary. Last night we were laughing because when asked by Cecelia if they could trade chairs she responded with "No Way Jose." It just surprised us and, at the time, struck our funny bones.

She has trouble with her Rs and Ls so she'll say "Mom, whe'e is my puhpuh dwess?"

*sigh*

She's just too cute.

Reoccurring dreams

Here are some of my reoccuring dreams:

1) I'm flying. It's not the zooming around superhero kind of flying - more like I can float and flap my arms to move.
2) The old "school dream" scenerio. I forgot about a class all semester. I can't find my locker. I don't know the combonation of my locker.
3) I have to use the bathroom but either there's no door and I have stage fright, or, it's so disgusting that there's no way I can use it.
4) I feel like there's something stuck inbetween my teeth so I start to pull it out and it's kind of like a gum substance, but it just keeps coming and coming to the point I'm wrapping it around my hand. So gross!

What are your reoccurring dreams?

Winter "Fun"

Or, as I like to say, things you do in the winter just to get your kids out of the house.

We have more snow than we know what to do with at this point.
However, if it's going to be this cold we better have a lot of snow.
There's nothing worse than a cold, brown, winter.

Also, luckily for us, we happen to live in a great place close to quite
a few community centers. We have taken great advantage of all the fun
and FREE stuff they put on.

It's hard to tell, but Cecelia recently chopped her hair off and it looks
so adorable. She is such a little fashionista!!

I'm going to try to keep this post positive so I won't go in to how much
I just love wrestling my kids in to their snow gear. It's a blast.

Hope you're enjoying 2011 so far!!

Don't Judge Me

Here's the thing Bill and I, literally, decided before we had kids:
They would come into our lives, enrich it, and hold on for the ride.

I really don't get the whole "I'm a totally different person than I was before I had kids" thing.
It's like, uh, no you're not.
I mean, yes, we definitely make different choices.
We definitely have different priorities.
We're definitely too tired to keep up with our old lifestyle.

BUT, it's O.K. to still want to have fun.
It's O.K. to want a night for yourself.
It's O.K. to want a night with your spouse....alone.
It's O.K. get dressed up and go out with your friends.

I feel like there's this hierarchy of motherhood - like the more you "sacrifice" the better parent you are.
So stupid.

If you are one of those people who stops everything once you have kids, great.
Good luck with that.
I am SO not like you.

I'm not going to say that I haven't felt guilty for taking time for myself, or going out and having cocktails with my friends. I have, but I shouldn't.

My point is: enjoy your kids, but enjoy your life too. And don't judge me if you see me at the bar :)

Man in the Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn't your father, or mother, or wife
Whose judgement upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.

He's the fellow to please never mind all the rest
For he's with you, clear to the end
And you've passed your most difficult, dangerous test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.