Always Sleep with One Eye Open

So, after a long night with baby, I was trying to catch a few extra zzz's this morning while the girls played.  Let's just say when I woke up I was greeted with a surprise...

I don't even want to know where this idea came from...

Promises, Promises

Eric and I have made a lot of promises to each other over the last 10 years of marriage.  We started with a beautiful poetic kind of promise - "I promise to love you until death do us part," but our promises have kind of morphed into desperation pleas to one another.

Year One

Me: "Just promise me we will someday get out of this cockroach-infested dump of an apartment."

Year Two

Him: "Promise me you are going to ask your bosses for a raise, we're never going to make it on your salary with me in school full time."

Year Three

Me:  "Can you promise to save me a seat at the KU game? I have to work late."

Year Four

Him:  "Will you promise to pray that I'll pass my Pharmacy boards?"

Year Five

Me: "Promise me that you will still love me if I don't lose this baby weight."

Year Six

Him:  "You better promise to love me even if I run this business into the ground."

Year Seven

Me: "I have something to tell you but you have to promise to be excited.....I'm pregnant again."

Year Eight

Him: "Do not say 'yes' to another commitment...promise?"

Year Nine

Me:  "Promise not to call me crazy, but I think I want another baby."

Year Ten

(I just have to chuckle because after the third addition to our family, we've kind of resorted to this pathetic begging.)

Now whenever one of us leaves the house we most usually say....

"Whatever you do, just promise me you're coming back."



Fightin' the Frump

I think after you have a baby is possibly the worst body image time in a woman's life.  You just sort of feel frumpy, unattractive, and just blah. I mean, let's face it, wearing maternity clothes when you're not pregnant anymore is never fun. To make matters worse, I was watching TV one night and there she was....Heidi Klum.  They were showing footage of her walking down the Victoria's Secret runway just 2 months after she gave birth.

Sickening - that's a good word for that.

Pretty sure the word "frump" doesn't exist in Heidi Klum's dictionary and I kind of doubt she and Seal had any conversations like this....

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"Oh, I see you've broken out the sweat sheets, ha ha..." Eric said to me after I changed the sheets on the bed. 

I had to 86 the flannel sheets in exchange for some light weight sheets because I sweat like a banshee at night right now.  I sleep on a beach towel and go through about 2 shirts a night and still have to wash my "sweat sheets" everyday.

Eric reached over and touched my arm the other night and then said, "ack, I can actually feel the steam rising from you."  Mmmmm....sexy.

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Rylie wanted to wear some sweat pants to school the other day and Eric wouldn't let her.  She asked the inevitable "why?"

"They don't look nice...you don't see mommy wearing sweatpants everyday do you?" A quick glance in my direction. "Er, I mean to church, uh work...(fumble fumble).

Sweats are all I fit in right now.  Well, that and my maternity jeans. 

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"Hey babe, I think my tummy went down - I only look about 4 months pregnant today instead of 5...what do you think?"

"Just keep nursing, Tam."

What the heck is that? We all know what avoiding the questions means. If there ever is a time to lie to me, it's now.  And that's what I told him.

So this was my comment yesterday.

"Hey, your stomach is looking good!"

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:).  I'll take it.

The Dreaded Day

I knew this day was coming, the day my mom had to leave.  I just was hoping it wouldn't.  What is it about mom's that make everything okay?



How the heck am I going to do this on my own?  Especially when we are all such a mess.

This was the scene in our house this morning after mom left...

Austyn said while crying, "now it's just me and you and Rylie and baby...who is going to take care of us?"

I said, "I have no idea."

Rylie cried, "oh mom, I like Nana better than toys!"

I said, "Me too."

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"