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Nine Years In and All Is Well

6 Oct

I never thought these words would come out of my mouth…. Here I go….my children are growing up way too fast.

 It’s really starting to hit me, actually slap me in the face that my babies aren’t babies anymore. They aren’t even toddlers or preschoolers. They are school aged kids! The twins are 5 and a half and in Kindergarten and HB is 9 and in 4th grade. For me this is the sweet spot of motherhood. Some people adore babies. They say that they are so easy and sweet. I find babies to be complex and terrifying. The lack of communication scares the daylight savings out of me. When I have a newborn my inner dialog goes something like this twenty four seven “Are they cold, are they hot, are they hungry, are they sick, what time is it, where am I, is this phase over yet?!” The toddler years get better for me because at least they can scream and throw things at me to tell me what they want and need. Preschool years keep looking up as they go to school for a couple of hours a day and sleep is actually a consistent reality. 

Now, Kindergarten. I have to say that it is wonderful. All 3 kids can dress themselves, buckle into their own booster seats, and go to the bathroom on their own. They can sit through a movie in the theater, they can be left alone in the other room while I take a shower or make dinner most of the time. 

No diapers, no high hairs, no changes of clothes, no sippy cups, no blankies, no baby bjorns, no strollers. All of the gear has been traded off for bike helmets, soccer cleats, Barbie dolls, chapter books, and costumes. 

I’m loving this phase. Watching them play sports and perform in shows. Seeing them excel in school, make friends, and bond as siblings. This is the golden age of being a mom if you ask me. No two year old tantrums and no teenage angst. The problem is that just as the baby years are behind me, soon these years will be over too. I wish I could bottle them up just as they are and keep it this way forever. I suppose all I can do is try to drink in every moment I have with them. Hold their hands and cuddle them tight while they still let me. Savor the time that I have with them during these years. Because before I know it I will be writing a blog post about the trials and tribulations of having three teenagers and how I remember the good old days. Or maybe I will be whining and crying about how I lost my mind and had a fourth baby just when things were looking golden. One never really knows.


The Terrible Two’s can Kiss my A** !

9 Apr

ImageToday, the twins turn 3 years old.

We survived the terrible two’s times two plus an older handful of a sibling. I’m not going to say that it was easy. It has been exhausting, anxiety ridden, and quite miserable some of the time.

The moments in between the screaming, fighting, hitting, biting, tantruming, fevers, vomiting, and food throwing have been such sacred occasions that I am given enough strength to just keep going.

Every night, after I tuck them into their toddler race car and princess beds, and say goodnight and re-tuck them in and give 50 more kisses and double check for MAWNSTERSSSS IN THA CLAWWWSET, they finally settle down and I can hear them talking to each other.

It usually goes something like this :

TR: Brother are you sleeping?

JH: No, I no sleeping. What you doing?

TR: You want to be my bestest friend?

JH: If we place race cars then ok tomorrow.

TR: Goodnight Brotha

JH: Stop talking, I sleeping over here.

That is what keeps me from running away from the chaos and noise. That little conversation gives me what I need to make it through another night and insane morning.

My 6.5 year old woke me up this morning at 5am and said, lets go wake the twins, it’s their birthday! I told her if she moved another muscle that she would be in timeout for a week. I’m sentimental and lovey dovey but I’m not insane. At least not yet.

Goodbye Terrible Two’s and hello to the Adorable Well Behaved Sharing Loving Non Biting Potty Trained Sleeping Through the Night THREE’S!



Potty Perspective

15 Jan

I know the saying goes; G-D will never give you more than you can handle. I get it, the concept that a person can handle anything that is thrown their way. I know that no matter happens in my life, I will find a way to get through. I may not be graceful, quiet, or completely rational as I wade through tough times, but I always get through.
Everyday as I go about my life as a busy Mommy of three I interact with people, women especially, that inspire me. Women that have encountered hardships that I could not even imagine. Women that have twice as many children as I do (gulp). Women who don’t have nearly the amount of support that I have in my husband, my siblings, my friends, my babysitter and all the grandparents. They help me to remember that things, everything could always be much worse.
A lot has been shifting and changing around here. I’m cooking, organizing, exercising, spending more quality time with the kids, re-connecting with friends, writing, and even blow drying my hair at least twice a week. The way I discipline the kids, the way we eat as a family, our entire routine has been tweaked and twisted.
At first, the kids pushed back. There were lots of tantrums, crying and even some awesome biting. (not by me) Then, we all calmed down and eased into our new schedule and new rules.

I woke up today feeling like I might actually be the one in charge here.

Then T and J announced that they were both going to wear underwear today. Just like that, cold turkey, no training or warning. Two 2 and a half year olds in underwear for the first time in the middle of all our family changes.

G-D never gives you more than you can handle. Either that or he has a sick sense of humor.



You Can Take The Girl Out Of Newport…

11 Jun

Yesterday, my sister SG, my husband, and I took the kids to the beach in Santa Monica. I haven’t always been crazy about the beach. I grew up in a beach town and spent plenty of time in the water and sun. I had a few surfer boyfriends and I was even a Junior Lifeguard until I refused to jump off the pier, but that’s another story entirely. When I moved to Beverly Hills in 2000, I wasn’t familiar with the beaches here so I just kind of stayed away. Besides I was too busy exploring the wonderful nightlife that L.A. had to offer me to make it to the beach the next day.
Now, that Sunset Blvd. has lost it’s glimmer, I think that my Newport roots are starting to show. The twins are 2 and they understand that the sand is not a snack, I think it’s time to get back to the beach. A few things this I seem to have forgot since I’ve become a big city Mom:

1. NEVER ever turn your back on the waves unless your on a board (especially while holding more than one child)
2. Put sunscreen on BEFORE you hit the sand. Otherwise you get a whole lotta complaining from the littles.
3. Explain to your small children what seaweed is before they get wrapped up in it for the first time. TR thought she was being attacked by an ocean monster and refused to go back in.
4. When your kid gets the crap knocked out of him by a big wave, make him go back in at least one more time so that’s not his last memory of the ocean.
5. Have fun! Some of the best memories of my life are with my siblings on the beach at Big Corona. I hope I can do the same for my kids.


Do you have any other good beach tips?


The Grass is Pretty Green…

3 Jun

I’m the oldest of five children in my family and the only one with kids so far. Every so often one of my siblings will ask me why I wanted kids if it’s so hard???
I don’t remember a time when I didn’t want children. I always knew I would be a Mom and I was pretty sure I would do it before 30. I knew that I wanted to have more than one child, possibly even three or four. The twin thing never ever never crossed my mind. Of course when I imagined all these children I had no clue what that meant.
On the tough days, it’s exhausting and draining to say the least. Even on the worst days there are always moments that remind me why this is all worth it.
Listening to T and J talk back and forth in their cribs is amazing. They take turns singing their ABC’s and twinkle, twinkle. They mumble things that I don’t understand and then laugh their heads off. When I see the three of them playing quietly together in the playroom, and they don’t know I’m watching. When my 5 year old tries to teach her 2 year old sister how to shake her hips like a “real” performer. Yesterday at the beach, JH ran over and smothered me with kisses and said, “I missed my Mommy!” he was only gone for 5 minutes but that’s besides the point.
They might be screaming, whining, poop throwing, sand eating munchkins, but they are all mine.



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