Dear Skinny Jeans

Dear Skinny Jeans,

It has been too long since we've been together. I know you are still there in the deepest recesses of my closet, begging for light. I know you've seen me hanging around new, bigger jeans. You've watched as I've cheated on you with far more comfortable wide band maternity pants. But those days are over. I've given away all of my maternity pants once and for all. I've tried you on and nothing. I've pleaded with you to zip and begged your beautiful denim to caress my hips. Can you ever find it in your pockets to forgive me? Can't you remember the way you wrapped yourself around me and we danced all night? We looked so great together back then. I know I have to work at it, but I want you back in my life. I'm tired of pretending with my fat jeans. Sure, they zip...but they'll never make me happy. I've given up M&M's and donuts, sweet tea and Coke. I'm doing more crunches than I have in years. Does that mean nothing to you? What more do you want from me? Oh, SJ come back to me! We belong together.

Megan-isms

"Mommy Cheese" = macaroni and cheese

"Tooper n Wawson" = Cooper and Lawson (our dogs' names)

"Booty n Beans" = Beauty and the Beast

"I'm poopin', I'm poopin', I'm poopin' " = "empujon, empujon, empujon" (in an episode of Dora the Explorer, they are pushing a pirate ship and singing "empujon, empujon, empujon" - which is the Spanish word for push)

Milestone

I can't believe Jackson just rolled over for the first time today at only 9 weeks old. I put him down for a nap on his tummy and he woke up on his back. What a big boy! This precious time is passing far too quickly. My babies are growing before my eyes. Can't I freeze time and keep them little forever?

Two Sleeping Angels

We've just returned home from a 3 week trip to Arkansas to spend time with family while Nick is deployed. The trip home should take about 10 hours of driving time...but with a 2 month old, a 2 year old and two dogs, it now takes about 17 hours. My parents drove back with me and we stopped halfway in Yukon, OK for the night. Exhausted after a long day in the car, we quickly bathed and put the kiddos to bed. My room had two queen beds. I tucked Megan snugly in her own bed and set Jackson's bassinet beside my bed. The dogs quickly settled in at the foot of my bed. I had just settled in and laid my head on my pillow when I heard, "Mommy, mommy's bed pleeeease?" Being of the school of thought that children shouldn't sleep in the bed with us, I quickly said, "No." Megan has always slept in her own bed from day one. But I looked into her eyes and after another adorable, "pleeeease?" I gave in. She crawled into bed with me and we said her prayers and sang Jesus Loves Me. She quickly drifted off to sleep. Although exhausted, I laid there in bed listening to the sounds of the room. The dogs were already sound asleep, snoring and chasing rabbits in their dreams. Jackson was singing his usual "sleep song", cooing away in dreamland. Megan was gently sighing with the rise and fall of each breath, her little hand resting on my arm. The only thing missing was Nick by my side. Tears welled up in my eyes and I prayed to God for Nick's safe return and thanked Him for my two sleeping angels.