Alive

Yes, I am still alive. I'm sorry for the recent lack of posts but sometimes inspiration is hard to come by. However having 2 adorable children means inspiration is only an tiny hug away. I think that I will start to try to blog again although I'm not sure what the content will be yet. I'm sure that most of it will continue to be silly stories about life with 2 young children though. And I promise to get some new pictures up soon. Sorry for keeping everyone out of the loop for so long.

Okay so on to updates on the kiddies. I enrolled Emerson in Pre-K starting in August. This was really hard for me and really exciting for her. I know most people say that letting go of the last child is the hardest but with Emerson being dubbed the NICU baby she is the hard one for me to let go of. Emerson continues to be my "girly" girl wanting to wear high heels, jewelry, dresses and most importantly lipstick! She loves her teacher at daycare (what a blessing!) and loves all things school related. She has continued to come out of her shell and plays with several children now and even has a boyfriend, yikes!!! She is my typical 1st child enjoying structure and routine and I love her for it. I love her sheer determination and stubborn streak although it makes parenting difficult at times. One of my most favorite things about her is that she really does love all things girly and isn't afraid of what anyone else says. She is confident in her cuteness and will not hesitate to agree if complimented. I love being a mommy to a frilly little princess much more than I ever could have imagined. Cullen is Emerson's complete opposite as a boy in every sense of the word. He loves to be rough, pretend to be a monster, jump from high places and do anything remotely dangerous. He also is my quirky child carrying around and sleeping with a silver slotted serving spoon as long as his arm which morphs into anything his mind creates. . .sword, gun, baseball bat, golf club, etc. He also loves money and was recently carrying around his "pigga" bank as he calls it until it had a tragic accident and broke spilling it's pork bellies all over the floor of Olive Garden. Now his "monies" are contained in a plastic 1 cup measuring cup which he tells goodnight each night and wakes in the morning to immediately retrieve even before he snuggles in the bed with me. I love that he has such a fun personality. He is the jokester of the family always making us laugh with his extreme silliness. I love that he is such a "boy" he cracks me up with his constant activity but wears me out too! But my favorite thing about Cullen is his kind heart. Although he can be quite a difficult, very strong willed child he is my most sensitive child. He is genuinely concerned if someone is hurt or upset and he loves to show his love with words and hugs. He is unashamedly honest with all of his emotions and will immediately tell you if he is upset but in the regard he is just as expressive when he is happy. He truly is a mama's boy!

Now that we're all updated I'll make sure to post a silly story soon!

Boys and Boogies

Warning: Descriptive boogie story to follow!

Tonight I was sitting on the couch reading a very sweet bedtime story to the kids when I noticed Cullen becoming restless. He usually sits in my lap very peacefully and quietly while I read the bedtime story. (Emerson is my wiggle worm.) Cullen scooted over away from me and I spied him out of the corner of my eye doing something with his hand close to his face. I turned just in time to see half of his finger buried in his right nostril and then I watched as he pulled his finger out of his nose, held it out, took a good look and then WIPED it on the couch! I just sat there staring at him during the few seconds he took to find the culprit of his breathing obstruction, bracing myself for the moment he shoved his dirty little finger in his mouth (mind you all of this happened in a split second) and as he wiped his finger clean on the couch all I could think was

"Thank goodness he didn't eat it!"

I was kind of proud and disgusted all at the same time. I mean, he is a boy and tasting odd things comes naturally so when he smeared his boogie on the couch I was almost impressed with his self-discipline! He may yet prove me wrong about boys just being boys! ha ha However, he still did rub it off on the couch which is gross enough and if he were a girl he would have held out his finger for me to wipe. It definitely shows his independence and resourcefulness though. He's probably thinking "why use a tissue when you have a perfectly good surface to clean your finger"? But now I'm wondering if I should do a boogie check on all of the surfaces in the house. Better yet I'll just spray everything down with Lysol and call it a night!