Age is just a number right?

I finally, FINALLY got around to watching the SATC movie tonight. It came out the day after I had the baby and I just never got around to it. I was a little disturbed at a few things. Why did everyone look so tall and skinny? And not just the women. It's like it was shot in some weird frame or something. And everyone looked so old. Does this mean that I'm old? Does this mean that I have to accept the fact that these gray hairs on my head are really there? Why did they look so old? And if I am going to have to start looking old I at least want to look as skinny as they do. Overall I liked the movie but it wasn't as wonderful as I had hoped it to be. I will however probably watch it 100 times when it shows up on cable. Or has it already and I've missed that too? I'm telling you if it's not programmed to be saved on my DVR I just don't see it anymore.

For the purposes of this blog we are going to call my oldest son Squail. I haven't come up with a name for the baby yet. For those of you who know me (not like anyone is actually reading this blog anyway...) you'll understand where Squail came from. The rest of you can just rack your brains and try to figure it out :)

So, tonight at dinner Squail said "Mommy, let's do cheers" and held his cup up to toast me. He had the biggest grin EVER on his face and he was so very proud of himself. He cracks me up. I guess this is something he learned at school but I think it's funny and we should somehow institute a nightly thing for it. I loved it.

Get it together

I used to be better organized. I felt pity for all those moms who just couldn't get themselves together or get that crap together. Always running late, forgetting things, hair and makeup not done. I am SO that mom now. I am usually either almost late or a few minutes late and I run in the door like a crazy person. I am always forgetting something. And it's not always the same thing but it's always something. I hardly ever fix my hair or put on full makeup anymore. I am longing for the days when my hair will grow out long enough to pull back so I can sport a ponytail.

I have decided that I must return to writing my "to do" list down because I never get all my stuff done or done in a timely manner. Even sometimes simple stuff like paying bills or whatever. It seems that there is always some errand that needs to be done so I need to start writing those down too so that I can finish all these projects that are just hanging around. You know, like finishing decorating my baby's bedroom. I am still not done with that.

Hubs says that we are done having kids but I'm not sure. However I think if I threw another one in the mix I may never be able to leave my house because I'll either forget that I have somewhere to be or I won't be able to pull myself together enough to get us all out of the house. I have no idea how that woman in Arkansas with all those kids does it. I would be in the looney bin for sure.

Credit

I should also give credit where credit is due for this blog. I would never have come up with the name but a friend of mine has a brilliant husband who thought of it and passed it on. Thanks!

How it started

"You better recognize" was a quote directly out of the mouth of my precious 3 year old! He was dead serious when he said it. Needless to say I had a talk with his father about using teenager slang around him because it was not funny. It really was kind of funny once I got past the shock of hearing it come out of his mouth. But I was pretty sure I didn't want him spouting that off to his teacher or anyone else for that matter so we had to be very serious and parent like in our discussions. Through the snickers and half smiles of course.