Crazy town

I have always (or since I can remember) been told that I think too much. In tennis. In running. In relationships. I can over-analyze with the best of them. How do you just get in the zone and not think? For those of you who are wired the same way, you know what I’m talking about. You just can’t turn it off.

Sometimes one thought is coming in before the other is fully formed. 

So, when your two daughters are approaching Kindergarten, can you guess what happens? You over-analyze the hell out of it and over think every possible scenario. It’s exhausting and we still have 6 months to go before they even start.

We have applied to 6 different schools and that doesn’t include the public neighborhood school for which we are zoned. 3 are magnets, 2 are charter, 1 is private.

We should find out if we make the cut to the ohmygodunicornsandrainbowsshootfromtheceilingamazing private school this week. All the rest are basically your name(s) in a lottery system and those we find out what/if we are accepted in March. There are so many good opportunities were we live. I know we are fortunate and as a parent, I just have this overwhelming feeling of responsibility for trying to give our kids the best that we can.

What the hell am I going to do in 17 years when they are applying to college? Be fully admitted to crazy town? Right now, I think I have one foot in the door. Or maybe both.

So, snow.

So this is our forecast:



And guess what we’re out of?

You got it … milk. If you are from the South, you probably just nodded your head and then said a curse word at the idea of trudging to Harris Teeter with all the other crazies out there. Plus, the shelves will be bare and you are stuck with a pint of buttermilk or a random brand of questionable soy milk.

Ou(honestly) bigger problem is that there is no coffee creamer in the house. I try to eat healthy, but there is something about the Vanilla-ey goodness of Coffee Mate that gets me every time. 

I commute about 30-40 minutes and luckily, we can choose to work for home when the weather is questionable. Our company rarely if ever will close, so I am already counting on working from the comfort of home, likely in my PJ’s, making bbq chicken in the crockpot, and hopefully playing in the snow with M&L.

I need to confess … two pair of snow pants were purchased since we don’t have any, but in my defense … they were on sale and M&L do need them. Plus, they are a size 4/5, so I am hoping they last until next year. So, I think that $20 is a necessity.

Weak Moment

Growing up, my family was never into Disney. I went once, maybe twice. I had a good time, enjoyed the rides, but when I visited I was probably past the princess stage when and on to chasing boys on the playground.

I remember watching Bambi and Cinderella and reading some Disney books, but they weren’t my favorites. I didn’t want to be a princess or live in a castle.

When I had twin daughters, I was a little turned off by the whole Princess shenanigan. Princess shirts, tiaras, on the bottom of sweatpants (hello!?), princess parties, etc. I get it – princesses are pretty and sparkly. They live in glass castles and ride around in pumpkin carriages with handsome princes. They have ballgowns and teeny tiny slippers. Awesome. Let’s just say that I didn’t willingly bring princess crap into our house.

Somehow … it just infiltrated it’s way in. Maddy and Libby started talking about princesses, but not in any kind of specific Disney related way. It started with a few costumes and dress up shoes. We graduated to a few princess dolls on their birthday, Halloween princess costumes, watching Beauty & The Beast at the movies, and somehow full blown Princess mania. This Christmas alone looked like Disney sponsored their gifts. Princess puzzles, Pez dispensers, lipgloss, a trip to Disney on Ice, two DVD’s, and a LeapPad Cinderella game. Maddy and Libby make up stories about princesses and name their stuffed animals “Princess” and “Cinderella.” It is kind of mind-blowing.

Last night, I told them that they could watch 30 minutes of Cinderella before bedtime and it was over and showed a sneak peak of Fantasyland that has recently been renovated and opened at Disney.

Holy Smokes … I was drawn in like a moth to a flame. It was amazing. I found myself looking up prices of hotels, who you can have lunch with at the castle, and what rides are available. Yes, I know … fiscal cliff 2013 still exists, but this is FANTASYLAND, y’all.

After I learned that the cost of a Disney vacation is roughly $1000+ per person, I always thought it was ridiculous. In my opinion, we have so many other places in the United States that are worthy of that kind of expense, but I got sucked in to the magic, too.

I can’t believe I am writing this, but I have found myself considering a trip. I mean, the girls are 4 1/2. If we are going to go, it’s definitely the right time. They are still at the age where they believe in the magic and aren’t chasing boys on the playground and slamming doors in the house.

Where did my babies go and when I did get so weak? Is anyone else out there anti-Disney and did you ever switch over to the dark side?

So, now what?

The marathon is over, so now what do we do?

In the past, I have definitely felt a little down after my half-marathon training has finished.  You just feel like something is missing, but I definitely needed the time off after the full.

After taking a week off, I met ET and Ria for an easy 5-miler on Sunday morning. We even said out loud, “Does anyone know we are marathoners?” If you looked closely you could tell … 26.2 magnets on all of our cars and new Marine Corp Marathon hats on our heads!

It felt good to see that my legs still worked and nothing was too stiff or sore. I also made it to a yoga class in the afternoon, and on a Target excursion with my girls. $1 princess lipgloss! I told them they could pick out one item from the Dollar Spot and they both picked lipgloss. They may or may not have looked like clowns/over done beauty queens on the ride home, but I loved seeing how excited they were about their new purchases.

Libby asked how much the lipgloss cost and did we have to pay for it. I told her “One dollar & yes, we have to pay.” I  asked if she had any money to pay for it. She thought for a minute, said no, and with eyes wide, asked “But, do you?” After I said yes, then she said, “Well, you can pay for it Mama.” Smart girl.

So, a few fitness goals for the coming months:

  • Run a half-marathon on Dec. 1
  • Try to make it to yoga once a week.
  • I definitely want to keep running and would like to run at least once a week.
  • Check out Bikram yoga again. I bought a Groupon and I thought it would be good to use this winter.

I can’t believe it’s already November and now getting dark at 5pm.

A comparison of childbirth and marathon training

Two seemingly different events, but somehow feel eerily similar to me right now.

1. I think I want to have a baby/run a marathon. Feelings: excited, nervous, scared,  and possibly unprepared. You receive “atta boys” from friends and comments like “Why in the world would you want to do something like that!?” You may question if you’ll be a good parent or could possibly run 26.2 miles.

2. The training/gestation can be a lengthy process. 9 months, 18 weeks … it’s all a long time. I think people even say during pregnancy, it’s a marathon; not a sprint.

3. Your body changes, aches, and you realize that certain body parts may never be the same again. I have accepted that my stomach will never look the same after having twins. I am also coming to realize that my toes may never feel or look the same again either.

4. You buy a lot of gear. My Mom always tells me that she didn’t have half of what we have when she had a baby. According to her, all you needed were a few blankets, bottles, and cloth diapers. There is a rumor that I slept in a drawer for a while. I used to think the same about running. All you really need are good shoes, but somehow find yourself in a garmincompressiongusweatybandrunningskirtfoamrollerspecialsocksheadlampinserts  induced shopping event. I did the same thing at Babies R Us, but it was blanketsbibsstrollersbreastpumpslingcribsbouncyseatsbathtubboardbooks.

5. Both cause strange dreams, anxiety, planning, schedules, charts, lists, and reading of books.  Dreams of leaving your baby on a school bus, dreams of never ending hills, or leaving your running shoes at home on race day. I knew how far along I was and I know how many weeks I’ve been training. There is a lot of talk of what it will be like, how I will feel, preparing for what could happen. I used to spend a lot of time on seeing what size fruit the baby was compared to this week. Ooh, look – an english cucumber! Now, I’m google searching for “how to run a 4:30 marathon” and over-analyzing race recaps.

6. You get a lot of unsolicited advice. It feels like every week I hear, “My Aunt’s cousin’s friend ran a marathon. You better buy a lot of Body Glide.”  or “My brother’s co-workers Uncle has twins. You better start saving for college.”

7. It’s going to hurt before it’s all over.  No matter how strong you are, how high of a pain threshold you have, it hurts. Natural birth, C-section, home birth. There are definitely times of discomfort. Running for 26.2 miles, I expect that it’s not going to feel like a stroll in the park. I will be proud of both scars ~ visible or not.

8. I eat like a man. While pregnant, it was nothing for me to “out-eat” my husband. Until closer to the end when I ran out of room. It was depressing to be able to eat what I wanted and not care and after a few bites, I felt full. So sad. Ice cream wants to be eaten. Training for a marathon = I’m hungry. All the time. Carb loading? Heck, yeah! Bring on the bread!

9. Pregnancy and marathon training may both cause strange sleep patterns. Night sweats, multiple bathroom visits, stacks of pillow, and middle of the night acrobatics all caused me to sleep in short bursts. This also caused my husband to move to the spare room/sofa by my third trimester. During marathon training, it has been super early alarm clocks for training runs, sore or restless legs, and the constant threat of “I have to get up early … don’t wake me up!” Spouses of pregnant women or those running marathons deserve medals too.

10. The rewards are plentiful. Ok, so no medal or race shirt is ever going to top my beautiful daughters. I do think that both experiences have given me more than I would have ever thought. Both have pushed me, made me stronger, more humble, and a better person. I love the challenge and seeing first hand that the human body is an amazing machine.

Teaching Moment

As parents, my husband and I find ourselves throwing out statements like, “If you don’t sit down, get in the bathtub, try a vegetable, then xyz will (or won’t) happen.”

I don’t know if this is the most effective method, but usually when we mention withholding something fun like dance class, the treat after dinner, an upcoming event, etc., they suddenly do what they are told.

Today, we were giving the girls a bath and Maddy had already gotten out. Libby stayed in saying she wanted to “swim.” This was fine, but she kept kicking and splashing water – all over C and on the floor. C had already told her twice not to splash. She kept looking at him and throwing her leg down.

He finally said, “Do not splash again, or you will not go to dance.” Two seconds later, SPLASH.

It took her about 45 minutes to completely calm down and stop saying “I want to go to dance.”

What she doesn’t realize is it’s just as hard if not harder to change the schedule, not send her to dance, one of us stay home with her, etc, but we both fully agree if you make the threat, you have to keep it no matter how hard it is. It’s hard to see your child that upset, but I know we have a lifetime more.

I was proud of C for not backing down. No one wants to be the bad guy, but Libby deserved the punishment. We explained to Maddy that Libby wasn’t allowed to go to dance because she didn’t make a good choice.

I think we all learned something today. Being 4 years old and being a parent ain’t easy.


Last night when reading about Curious George’s trip to the library, Libby was sitting in my lap.

I noticed she kept rubbing her nose.

Finally she said in the sweetest voice imaginable, “Mama, I think I’m bleeding.” as she pushed two bloody hands in front of me. We quickly got to the bathroom, got a cold compress on her bleeding nose, and cleaned her up. Poor thing.

That girl is tough. She didn’t cry, she didn’t freak out, she just wanted to wash her hands. She let me clean her face, hold the washcloth on her nose, change her PJ’s all without flipping her lid. I am pretty calm under pressure, but it’s a bit freaky to suddenly see your baby bleeding. Even if it is just coming out of the nose.

Mama Bear mode and the instinct to protect just kicks in, no matter how big or little the boo-boo.


This picture shows Libby’s mad hopping skills, Maddy’s cheesy grin, but what it doesn’t show is a power struggle to wear shoes and not sandals, not wanting to walk in the “dirt”, and an early morning dance routine to “I Love A Rainy Night.”

Summer Summary

Swimming lessons – check.

Using the pool more than 5 times like last year – check.
Jumping off the side into the “big” pool – check.
Blowing bubbles – check.
Eating, eating, and more eating – check.
Sleeping in til nearly 8am after a big day at the pool – check.
Oh, and potty training! Check! Not 100%, but doing great and two little girls will be wearing big girl panties to school tomorrow!

Will it ever click?

This afternoon, I was holding Libby on my lap when all of a sudden, I felt something warm.


Yes, and on dry clean only pants.

Yes, I had just asked her two minutes earlier if she needed to potty.

We are about a week away from their 3rd birthday. I know everyone says that they’ll potty-train when they are ready, but I’m beginning to wonder when that is.