I've been trying to update my iPhone for a week, it processes for 30 minutes & then errors without an explanation. I hate to see that little icon on my settings app, I want to update because I want it gone. I'm sure this explains so much about me, but I don't have the time, nor the energy, to analyze it all. I just need to call the Apple people, tell them that I don't understand the electronics & have them take care of it for me. But again, time & energy. I understand that this screams FIRST WORLD PROBLEM. I'm just trying to clear some room in my noggin here.
I feel like Prater Ellis & I have had a break through recently & all of our lives are SO much better for it. She's my child - stubborn & hard headed & impatient & determined & strong-willed & mature & sensitive... I both LOVE & HATE these traits, in the both of us. But, I've really done & continue to do some soul searching & praying & not that it's perfect but OH, it's so much better than the tantrum-filled days that we were experiencing. We're both learning patience & obedience - it's been so refreshing to have fun with her again. Motherhood is so challenging. But observing PE, her anger & her joy, her love languages... It has been so rewarding to help her, & me both really, live fulfilled days lately. This may not make sense to anyone else but that's okay, I just wanted to document where we are.
We've implemented a little reward system in to our routine - if PE works with me throughout the day - listening, using her words, being kind, being patient, being understanding - she gets a sticker on that day & when she builds up 7, she gets to pick a prize... Tonight she got to pick her first prize, the stick she pulled said 'Trip to Store', so when her Daddy comes home from work tomorrow, he's taking her to the store for her to pick out a prize. (Which, if I know her, will be a $1 tube of lipgloss from the Dollar Store.)
I've issued myself a little challenge. I want to lose 15 pounds before the twins' 1st birthday in July. I can do it. I just have to find the motivation. I've wanted to try Stitch Fix for months but hate to spend money on clothes when I have plans to lose some weight that *should* knock me down in to a smaller size. So, I've promised myself a Stitch Fix styling once I lose these 15 pounds. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it.
I'm going to try Zumba on Tuesday night. I am legitimately afraid that I'm going to pass out. Ever since I broke my nose in high school, I just don't get optimum intake with breathing thru my nose... Yeah.
Prater Ellis has taken to wanting to go spend the day playing at my Aunt Jenny's house. Which my Aunt Jenny LOVES. Both of them were asking today so we have plans for me to drop PE off for a full day of play next week... I'm already making a list of errands to run sans Toddler. I love when people come up to me & the twins & say 'oh, you have your hands full...' Actually, this is calm. I usually have a 2 year old with me as well.
The babies are SO CLOSE to crawling. I really don't think that things will be much different than they are now - they're all over the place as it is. They can turn & roll & sit & stand... These babies. They are truly an answer to my wildest dreams & I absolutely adore every waking moment with them but let me tell you.... 2 babies ain't no joke. I was rubbing my upper arm the other night, thought I had a growth or a knot... It's a muscle. I've never had one there before.
My mind is RUNNING with ideas for once this weather perks up! With my sensitive skin, I've never been so excited to GET OUTSIDE & do stuff! We spent the day out, the first time we've went out all week - we all had a pep in our step! I think this cooped up winter has just about done us all in!
Speaking of being up & at 'em. I've enrolled PE in a Moms Morning Out Program for this coming school year. She thrives in these environments & I really think that we each need some time away from one another, plus it'll be nice to have some 1-on-2 time with the twins also. I'm already having anxiety about having to be somewhere, on time, 2 mornings out of the week. It just isn't my gift. In all of my anal organized perfectionism, being on time just didn't make the cut. It used to annoy me but after years & years of caring way too much about what tardiness says about me - I've just learned to accept it. I try. I do get up HOURS before I need to be somewhere - it just never fails that someone will need to nurse or throw up or need to potty or a dog will chase a chicken or... Who am I kidding, I wasn't on time before kids either. It just isn't my gift.
I'm in the beginning stages of planning both the twinks & PE's birthday parties. We've decided to host a big party for their first birthday, like we did for Prater, & then tone it down after that. Prater's second birthday party last year was AMAZING - it really made me rethink a big party because man, pizza & cookie cake was so relaxing but I want to do this for them. And, overall, it is fun for me.
Aaron & I are going to get a couples' massage for our anniversary. We love them. It was our wedding gift to one another so it's fun to relive that every year. Every night before we fall asleep we say, 'I can't wait until our massage.' We're pitiful.
We have some fun things planned for this coming weekend that I'm excited about - we're going to a Farm Day event, planning to take the girls to a Drive Thru Safari, & Aaron's even offered me a treat to myself... I think I may go eat by myself (one of my favorite things to do) & get a pedicure.
Okay, I'm out. I've really tried going to SLEEP at a decent hour - I always feel SO MUCH BETTER when I do. And my tiny bosses will be up & at em' in 9 hours so...
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