Princess Shoes

Never thought $3 shoes would bring us so much joy...

Yesterday while trying to avoid all the crazy black Friday people we took a trip to our secret target, I feel like no one knows this target exists because it's in the most random place ever, we found a "deal" on shoes VT has been dying to have. When I say "dying to have", I mean that we have had to physically remove her from the target and end our trip at that moment because she is determined those shoes are coming home with her (this has happened multiple target trips). So, being the sucker he is, Chuck bought the shoes... I thought we were buying these as "dress up shoes". Vt had a different thought.

I remember a few years ago seeing those red sparkly, Dorothy shoes, and saying, "Really? my Kid will NEVER EVER wear those". I added a few sentences but I'll leave that to the imagination, those of you who know me well will know exactly what I said. But none the less, I am eating my words now. Those pink sparkly shoes have made so many memories. She WILL NOT wear another pair of shoes. She LOVES them.

Virginia Taylor will not go a second without these shoes on; she has fallen asleep with them on her feet for the last two nights. She shows everyone her "princess shoes" or "dancing shoes" whichever she chooses them to be at the moment. She is IN LOVE and it could not make me happier.

Seeing how much my child loves these shoes and how they are actually teaching her, it makes me think of how small minded I was just a few years ago.  I think of how in how many ways ours lives have changed and how we thought we were "having the time of our lives" but little did I know that was nothing compared to the joy and happiness that these two little girls have brought to us. Don't get me wrong, we've had some fun and sometimes I would like to go back to the days that we could just up and drive to the beach or Tech if we felt like it but my way of thinking has changed in so many ways. I look at our friends now (and I LOVE each and every one of them) and I have to sit back and laugh when they judge me, get frustrated with my children or talk of how "my kid won't do that, or my kid won't wear that". Because I too was once in their shoes and know that when their time comes, they will laugh too and think of how different life is and what REALLY matters...

So I will end with a thanks to the Lord… Thank you God for blessing me with such a wonderful family, we may not be perfect, we have so much more to work on. But thank you for giving me an open mind and for showing me things in life that really matter and that will make us a better family. Thank you for showing me how happy I can be without having all the material things that once ruled my world. Thank you for loving my family for our many imperfections. I am truly undeserving of the many things I have been given.

Late Night with VT

Here it is after 1am, I'm sitting on my couch "blogging" and both littles are up watching "a kid show". This all due to another one of VT's late night comedy sessions...

Caroline has decided that she would like to return to Newborn behaviors and eat almost every 3 hours during the night, which she never actually did as a newborn, so I was up feeding her in my bed when out of nowhere little miss VT struts right into my room climbs in our bed, not saying a word and lays right down. Chuck and I both begin laughing hysterically (silently of course not to disturb either of them). A few minutes later she crawls to the head of our bed and starts rearranging the pillows. She makes herself a small hole and then again lays down and falls asleep, All of this being done without a word. Then without fail Caroline starts crying when I lay her back down which then wakes up sleeping beauty from her hole she’s created. But as happy as can be she crawls from her hole comes over to Sissy and says, “Well hey there Pumpkin, you awake?” in her sweet little baby talk voice. A few minutes of talking to sissy she turns to me and says, “I want Breakfast”. I explained to her that it’s still night night time and that we will eat breakfast in the morning, I’m sure you can imagine that didn’t go over so well. Because I worry over everything I decided she probably is hungry and I should just get up and give her something to eat. I asked her what she wanted and she again said “A hotdog Mommy, a hotdog”.(a few days ago she asked for a hotdog for breakfast) So... my kid  ate a hotdog, a slice of turkey, and cheerios for a late night snack. While I’m fixing her random snacks these are things she’s saying…

“I like ya hair mom, it’s beautiful”

“Hey Mom? Hey Mom? What ya dooonin?”

“I like ya Box” (Cheerio Box)

“Ohhhh look at that Puppy, I have a dog, I pet him all the time”

“Look, Look Mommy at my puppy” (I have a picture hanging up of our trip to St. Johns, in the corner there is a very small part of my brothers hair, this is what she thinks is a dog, or her puppy)

“My Birthday, it’s my birthday, I have party”

“I need band aid”

“Mommy you have boo boo?”

“Daddy be home soon?”

 "I need Daddy bottle" (Chucks Virginia Tech water bottle, not beer bottle :) )

I honestly think all of these sentences where said within about 5 minutes from the first “I like ya hair”, she just wouldn’t stop talking. I was crying because of laughing so hard. I just cannot describe how hilarious she was. She was so serious and her expressions and hand movements where priceless. So now after 2am one is asleep and another fast on her way. I am so, so very grateful for these late nights, we are beyond blessed to have the two beautiful babies that we do. :)

Love my sweet, sweet girls.

Me, the Mom, or should I say the Ring Master

Today I became a Ring master. My house was turned into a big top, with one gassy baby and an almost 2 year old who had a 30 minute nap the circus would have gladly welcomed us!!!

VT had her first real full out tantrum today, after she was told she could not have a popsicle. She has had a few now and again when she doesn't get what she wants but this was a falling on the floor, screeching, drooling, hitting type. It lasted for about 15 minutes, the poor thing broke a sweat. Thank goodness Chuck is such a great Daddy, he was our only saving grace at that point. She finally calmed down but WHOA, do we have a hot headed, strong willed, determined drama queen.

As I sit here thinking about what a LONG, crazy day it has been and how earlier I thought I would gladly run off to the circus I know that really I wouldn't want it any other way. It reminds me of one of my favorite songs, one that defines my life perfectly...

The kids screamin', phone ringin'
Dog barkin' at the mailman bringin'
That stack of bills, overdue
Good morning, baby, how are you
Got a half hour, a quick shower
Take a drink of milk, but the milk's gone sour
My funny face makes you laugh
Twist the top on, and I put it back
There goes the washin' machine
Baby, don't kick it
I promise I'll fix it
'Long about a million other things



Well, it's okay, it's so nice
(It's) just another day in paradise
Where there's no place that
I'd rather be
Well, it's two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the Lord every night, ooh
For just another day in paradise



Friday, you're late
Guess we'll never make our dinner date
At the restaurant you start to cry
Baby, we'll just improvise
Well, Plan B looks like
Dominoes' pizza in the candlelight
Then we'll tippy toe to our room
Make a little love that's overdue
But somebody had a bad dream
Mama and daddy
(Can) me and my teddy
Come in and sleep in between


For just another day in paradise, oh yeah
Well, it's the kids screamin', the phone ringin'
Just another day
Well, it's Friday, you're late
Oh, yeah
It's just another day in paradise

Blog? Mayonnaise?

So, I have decided to try this whole "blog" thing out again. Before I begin I must say that I am by no means an Enlish major, give me a gram stain or baby and I will show you what I'm good for. But Enlish, in my opionion, it's for the birds!! :)

Last week was sort of an eye opener for me, one of our members from the Playhouse (alomost 3 years old) unexpectently passed away from hand, foot and mouth diesease (he had a heart defect that his parents were unaware of and the infection was too much for his little body to handle). The vision of his mother at his funeral will be burned into my mind forever. At that moment I thought to myself, "I really need to keep the girls journals up to date". (I keep a journal for both girls that I will occationally write a line or two when I'm thinking about it.) Blogging crossed my mind and then I quickly dismissed that option because I've done it before and it lasted all of 2 weeks.

A few days after the funeral I fixed myself a sandwich for lunch and Virginia Taylor ended eating half of it. The next day I made her her own sandwich (wheat bread, turkey, cheese and a very small amount of mayo) I walked away to do one of my many chores and when I came back she had taken off the turkey and the cheese and just simply ate the bread, with mayo. She then asked me for "more bread please" and when I gave her a peice of bread she began screaming, "no no no no no no" and then something I didn't understand. After about 15 or 20 minutes I finally realized she wanted mayonnaise on her bread. Before I tell you that I gave in and fixed her a mayonnaise sandwich I feel like I need to explain that she has been being very picky in what she chooses to eat lately. Needless to say, I did something I never thought I would and fixed my kid a mayo sandwich. Laying in bed that night I thought of how lucky I am to  be laughing and smiling that my kid ate a mayonnaise sandwich and LOVED it. Then I thought of all the things Virginia Taylor does, multiple times a day, that I wish I had on video tape and again blogging crossed my mind. (Seriously, people can not make this stuff up and it be as funny as the things she does)

With all that being said I have decided to start blogging agian. Mainly to keep my family laughing at the many milestones, comments and things my girls do. Also I want to be able to remember for myself so one day when they get married or whatever it is they choose to do I can just pull this up.

Hopefully I will continue it...