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I like you the way you are.

26 Jun

I really can’t believe I said this to my daughter.  I mean, I spend lots of time explaining to her that beauty is not about what we wear or how we look.  This talk usually follows an eruption from Reece after she first agrees to wear shorts and a t-shirt, but then realizes she’s not in a dress and therefore “not pretty.”  I have to remind her over and over that pretty clothes don’t make us pretty, but if we’re kind and have a sweet heart we are beautiful.

After having one of these dialogues with Reece just yesterday morning, I go and have this conversation in the evening when Reece crawls into my lap at the computer:

Me (looking at an ad for a swimsuit and admiring the model’s trim body): Oh Reece, wouldn’t it be cool if Mommy looked like that?

Reece: Welllllll (drawn out in that little Texas accent of hers), I really just like the way you look now.

Daddy: I agree with Reece.

Seriously?!  No wonder she puts so much stock into how she looks when her mommy is obsessing over the last 15 pounds I need to lose.  I sat in my computer chair in awe of how that all went down…how ridiculous it was of me to say that in front of my daughter, and then at the realization that a three year old totally put me in my place.

I still feel so awful about the whole thing, but I do take comfort in knowing she thinks I look just fine.  And that her daddy does also.


Ok, so I realize I stopped blogging again right after I bragged about being back, so I’ll put together a “June” blog and sum everything up next week. 🙂


I think I’m back.

7 Jan

After a busy fall that had me starting a new part time position as Preschool Associate at our church, participating on a MOPS steering team,  coordinating food for kids in a local school district who don’t otherwise get food on weekends, rooting on our Red Raiders, grieving over my dear, sweet (and quite possibly the most wonderful woman in the world) Granny, AND fulfilling my full time role of Mommy, Wife, House Mgr., Cook…(the list goes on), I think I’m finally back.  Not that I am any less busy; I still have my full time job, my part time job, and TWO MOPS steering teams now, but I really want to be documenting my girls’ early years, and this is just the best way for me to do so.

Don’t get your hopes up…I may only post once every two weeks, but I’m hoping that if I change to small little posts I won’t have to give up a full evening to think, type, think, type, upload photos, type some more…

Oh, and I’m not even going to try and backtrack and document what all we’ve done over the last few months.  That makes my head hurt to think about doing so.

So basically, don’t expect too much from me. 🙂

Oh, and if you are a reader of my blog but not a “commenter,” do me a favor and leave a comment sometime.  It seems there are several people who read this blog and I have no idea they do.  Besides, knowing I have an audience may motivate me to write some good stuff if I realize I have a responsibility to entertain people!!

I’ll leave you with a cute story of Reece that just happened yesterday.  After Parent’s Day Out (PDO) when we were driving home, she pulled a sealed note out of her backpack.  “What’s that,” I ask.  “Well,” said Reece as she began opening it, “It’s just my invitation to the ball!”  Turns out it was a thank-you note from the teacher for the Christmas gift Reece gave her, but Reece has been carrying her backpack EVERYWHERE for the last 24 hours with the “invitation” tucked safely inside.

Come to think of it, that’s a lot of what our last few months have been about…princesses, balls, gowns, crowns (oops, she insists on “tiera”), princess movies, the evil people trying to harm the princess…

I’m princessed out!

No Sympathy

3 Aug

Shortly before lunch yesterday the phone rang and I had to run to the living room to find a phone (all four of our cordless phones tend to end up in one room by mid-day).  In my rush I stubbed my toe on a bar stool.  While I was laying on the couch and moaning in pain, Reece came up to me and asked,

“What’s wrong, Mommy?”

I said, “Oh, I just hurt my toe and I already don’t feel very good (more on that later).”

Reece’s response was this (word for word) and spoken in the sweetest voice she could muster:

“Well, do you feel like getting up and going into the kitchen and fixing some green pancakes for me?”


My response?

Of course I do.”

That girl.


Coming soon…Rynn at 9 months and our ranch and lake trip!!

More Reeceisms

16 Jul

I’m always looking for new songs to sing to Reece at bedtime.  She seems to be getting bored with lullaby songs, so tonight I did some digging in my brain and pulled out “Oh How He Loves You and Me,” a hymn I remember from a long time ago.

So I sang:

Oh, how He loves you and me,
Oh, how He loves you and me.
He gave His life, what more could He give;
Oh, how He loves you, Oh, how He loves me,
Oh, how He loves you and me.

And Reece asked, “Is Howie a gull, Mommy?”


A couple of days ago Reece hurt her bottom and told me she needed some diaper cream.  I told her that she doesn’t wear diapers and therefore doesn’t need diaper cream.  Then I think I made up some kind of other “cream” to rub on her bottom boo-boo.

Today she hurt her bottom again (possibly from jumping and intentionally landing on her bottom), and said in her best whiny voice, “Mommy, I need some dipe panty cream!”  So I pulled out a tube of hand cream she had never seen before and applied it to her bottom.

In Reece’s words, “Dat cacks me up.”

(Bitter) Sweet Relief, Daddy’s Day, Swim Report, Potty World

27 Jun

One morning last summer, I put my ring on like I do every other morning.  Sure, it was a little snug, but I was six months pregnant and had another baby running around, so I really needed people to see the symbol of marriage on my finger.  I guess I felt like I was being judged enough by having a baby on my hip and another on the way.

Anywho, the summer heat coupled with my swelling belly everything made it impossible to take my ring off later that day.  And the next day.  And the next.  A month later I was still wearing my ring.  When I delivered Rynn, the nurses had to put tape over it as they wheeled me in the OR because the sucker wasn’t coming off.  No worries though, because the same thing happened when I was preggo with Reece and it came off within weeks of giving birth.

With Rynn, however, it did not.  I kept thinking that if I could just lose the weight I’ve gained from having two babies within a year and a half (65 lbs gained during each pregnancy, if you must know), then it would come off.  Well, it turns out the weight is coming off slowly, very slowly (hey, I’m okay with that…I just keep thinking, “One day…”), and my tiny size 4 1/2 ring wasn’t budging.  I tried several times to soak my finger in ice water and use Vaseline, but it was STUCK!

I became desperate when:

1.  I realized it had been a whole year since I’ve had it off.

2.  The skin around my ring, including on the other fingers my ring touches, was eroding.

3.  The chlorine from being in the water with Reece was killing me where the erosion was occurring.

4.  General itchiness, pain, and claustrophobia from having the ring so snug around my finger was driving me crazy!

So I turned to Google.  I found a list of ways to get a ring off a swollen (or in my case, just plain fat) finger.  I went with the saran wrap solution.  You simply wrap some plastic wrap as tight as possible around your finger (from the top of the ring, up), then wait until the circulation has been cut from your finger and it turns blue (not what the directions say, but that’s what I did).  Then, pull the ring and the plastic wrap off together.  With Rynn as my audience, I grimaced my way through the ring-ectomy, and………..SWEET RELIEF!  (The “bitter” part in the title is referring to the idea that I would just lose weight and the ring would come off.)

This is my hand after removing a ring that was stuck on my finger for one whole year.  How sad is that indention in my finger, and the torn up skin around it?


In case you’re wondering, I bought a fakey at Target, but I’m really just trying to let my hand heal before putting any ring on.  I don’t care if I get judged.  And I decided that when I finally do lose this baby weight, my reward will be putting on my lovely wedding ring that I already miss.


Am I a bad wife for not posting on Father’s Day or what?!  You wouldn’t think I’m all that bad if you saw all the things Scott got for the occasion.  Actually, I was just making up for skipping a gift on his birthday (What?! It was right after Christmas and I couldn’t think of a single thing to get) and Valentine’s Day (we really don’t exchange gifts then anyway, but I think I did buy myself something).   Let’s just say he really cleaned up.  And he got three cards…one from each of his girls.  I had planned on doing a post, so I asked Reece some questions about her Daddy that day:

What’s your daddy’s name? Cott.

What’s your favorite thing to do with Daddy? Juss go fissin’.

What book do you love Daddy to read to you? Two fiss, Red fiss (that would be One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish, and it really is fun to watch Scott read it because he cracks up the whole time).

Who loves you? Dad-dy

What do you like Daddy to sing to you? Jesus yoves me.

There were more questions, but Reece was distracted by that point.  She was probably disciplining her babies or something.


Parent-Tot swim was an interesting experience this year.  Reece reeeeally got excited when we talked about going to swim each day.  And she reeeeally loved to tell  her Daddy everything she did afterward.  But during swim, it was touch-and-go.  She experienced just about every emotion I think she could possibly have…from intense fear while walking in knee-deep water to licking my face with glee while practicing her kicks.  From happily singing the songs to biting my cheek when asked if she wanted to go under water.  My wounds from swim also included scratches on my arms, pinch marks on my neck, and a sore head from her yanking on my pony tail, all in her effort to cling to me as best she could.  We were a sight to see.  Sadly, I think she was actually doing better in the water before swim lessons.


She may be a water weenie, but she’s a potty trained water weenie!  That’s right…Reece is a “potty giiiiiiiiirl, in a potty wo0000rld!” This is old news to some, but I have yet to blog about it.


This picture was taken in March when we attempted for one-half day to train her…she was so not ready.  Three months down the road, it just clicked!  She hasn’t worn a diaper in nearly a month now.  Yeah for the potty girl!  Our next step is to break free from the training potty.  She seems to love that thing and insists on using it when we’re home, but I’m so over cleaning the mess!

I realize I didn’t mention Rynn once in this whole post, but that’s because she turns 8 months tomorrow and gets a whole post to herself!!

Another Reeceism

21 May

This conversation took place in my bathroom while I was getting ready.  Reece took down three candles I have on the side of my bathtub and was apparently pretending they were her children.

“Do you understand me?  Say ‘yes ma’am.'”

She says this over and over and then places one inside the shower and closed the door.  I ask, “Reece what’s the candle doing inside the shower?”

“He’s in time-out.  He just hit me.”

Speaking to the candle:  “No hitting, no biting.  Bad candle.”

“Mommy, I spank de candle.”

Isn’t it so sad that Reece has gone from diapering her babies and loving on them to disciplining anything she can get her hands on?

Reeceisms 2

6 May

Nurse: How old are you now, Reece?


Well, she sometimes acts like she’s six anyway…I know she could give her six-year-old cousin Anna E a run for her money in the drama category!

Today Reece tried her hand at getting me to let her take her nap on the couch.  After we cleaned up from lunch I told her to pick out a book.  “Read dis book on de couch, Mommy.” I comply and sit on the couch while she lays her head down on the pillow.  “Lay down on de couch, Mommy.” She’s SO demanding! I lean back and start to read.  “Lay down wis you feet, Mommy.” I lay down beside her and put my feet up, which gets lots of giggles from Reece.  “Two gulls juss hanging out.” (Apparently she didn’t count Rynn, whom I was holding.)  Unfortunately, I knew Reece would not sleep on the couch, so she was forced to go to her room.  She cried, “I don’t yike my bed” several times, then ran out of her room and hid inside the dining room blinds.  Luckily, her giggles gave her hiding place away (she was probably laughing at how silly Mommy looked while looking for her).  I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw her eyes through the slits in the blinds, but then had to switch back to stern-mode since I had lots to do and really needed her nap today (which turned out to be a good one by the way). 🙂