Wordless/Wordful Wednesday - Sisters

When Mary was born, her older siblings couldn't wait to meet her. Except for Sarah. Whether it was jealousy or just the ambivalence of a two year old, I'll never know. As far as Sarah was concerned, Mary simply did not exist.

In the past few weeks, though, I've noticed Sarah acknowledging Mary as part of her family. At first it was a random, occasional kiss on the head. A few days later, she reached over to pat her little sister on the back while I was burping her. The other night, she laid down to start playing with her.

Someday, hopefully, they will be the best of friends. They'll share each other's joys and heartaches, and be there for each other with support, encouragement, laughter and hugs. (And probably chocolate and coffee. They are my daughters after all.)

Right now, they're just beginning to learn that they are sisters.

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Not So Bad

Warning: The following was written by a sleep-, caffeine-, chocolate-, romance-deprived woman. It could get ugly.

I've wracked my brain trying to come up with a light, whimsical way to write about the past two weeks, but let's face it...I'm no Jane Austen. (And did Jane Austen ever write while overcoming post-partum depression? No, I don't think so.)

So, the past two weeks have been one disaster after another. The list of things broken, replaced, or repaired include a television, an ice maker, my husband's toe, the toilet, the van, the heating system in the house...and oh yeah, the van again. (Can you hear the Hee Haw Quartet singing, "If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all..."?)

Our meager-but-valiantly-trying-to-grow savings account has officially been wiped out.

And there's an entire bag of dark chocolate Dove in my cabinet, taunting me. But since Mary still gets tummyaches at my least little ingestion of chocolate, I'm not having any. It's hard, I tell you. So very hard.

Is it too inappropriate for a forty-year old woman to throw herself down, beat her hands and feet against the floor and cry, "It's not fair!!!" ? Yeah, I thought so too.

But I know I have a lot to be thankful for, even when I want to scream from the frustration of it all. (Not that it would help, because then I'd still have to deal with everything AND I'd have a sore throat.)

Because looking at these faces? Life's not so bad after all.

Wordless (Wordful) Wednesday - Like a Bug in a Rug

For now, Mary's favorite part about bathtime seems to be getting dried off.

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Top Ten Tuesday - Things I'll Do Someday

Someday, when my little ones are older, there are some things I'd like to do (or get back to doing).

1. Go to bed before midnight. (Unless, of course, I just really want to stay up late...though I can't imagine why.)

2. Exercise regularly. (Granted, I run up and down the stairs about 20 times a day now, but I'm thinking it might take a little more than that to get myself down to the size I want to be.)

3. Have one glass of water all to myself. (There must be some magnetic quality about the drinking water around here that attracts children under the age of five. Seriously, the minute I pour myself a glass they come swarming.)

4. Eat dark chocolate. (Can't have any while I'm nursing Mary. Don't you feel sorry for me?)

5. Have a glass of wine with my husband after a romantic dinner. (See #4.) (And when would we ever get a chance to have a romantic dinner now anyway??)

6. Go camping. (Until I'm sure that none of my children would wake up in the middle of the night and wander off, it ain't happenin'.

7. Start crocheting again. (I used to crochet lovely little doilies, but when are my hands empty enough? Not to mention, my two year old likes to run off with my balls of yarn.)

8. Play the piano again. (Another "See #4" subject. Have you ever tried to play "Claire de Lune" while twenty other fingers are banging away on your keyboard? It doesn't work. Trust me.)

9. Learn to knit. (See #7.)

10. Update/Redesign my blog. (I love the way my blog looks, but I really need a new header at the very least. Seriously, do I think I'm ever going to be pregnant again? No. No. No.)

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How about you? Are there things you'd like to do that you're putting off until your babies get bigger?

(And are you as obsessed with parantheses as I am?)