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By Jess, on January 29th, 2012 A couple weeks ago when my skin was looking stellar, and by that I mean like a pepperoni pizza…
Ava: I like your dots! (referring to the lovely pimple colony invading my forehead).
Husband laughter.
Me: um, thanks babe. They are actually called pimples.
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Fast forward to yesterday…Skin is actually somewhat better than before. Not by much. Oil of Olay blemish control wash it’s a good idea in theory. I think I need to hit up Proactiv again.
Ava: I see that you have some pimples.
Me: (o_O) not sure what to say. Trying not to sarcastically respond to my extremely observant 6 year old.
Me: yeah. I have pimples.
Ava: oh. I’m not going to get pimples because I don’t like them so I won’t get them.
Me: well that’s not really an option. I don’t like them either. You just just get them sometimes.
Guess she thinks she has a choice in the matter. Might as well keep it real.
I guess I can threaten her with pimples to get her to wash her face. Just like I do with the rotten mouth picture from the dentist to get her to brush and floss. Parenting champ up in here.
By Jess, on January 28th, 2012 My dear friend, Mama Fisch, does something called “Tidbits of Talk” to wrap up her week. It’s all the random that you want to share in one quick place. I love the idea so I’m joining her this week, because oh the random up in here.
*Today will be visit 3 to the doctor for the week. Monday the girls went in with strep (Ava) and an ear infection (Allie). Allie wasn’t getting better because she still thought sleep was for suckers and her ear was for digging. Off we went yesterday for a new round of antibiotics. This morning Ava wakes up saying her ear hurt. So much for ballet this morning. update: she’s saying it doesn’t hurt and wanted to go to ballet. i’m holding my breath for now.
*I think I have trolls in my washer and drier. I’ve noticed tiny holes in Allie’s new clothes. Then I noticed one in my brand new Nike yoga pants I got for Christmas that were my new favorite-ever-in-life lounge pants. I’m pissed. Any ideas why this is happening??? We use sensitive detergent in our HE washer. (I don’t even wash Allie’s clothes with ours so I can’t imagine her tiny zippers that she actually has are snagging anything)
*Allie started saying mamamama. I know she’s not saying mama but it sounds super sweet when she’s being clingy like a monkey and I’m exhausted. I let myself believe that she’s actually saying it for me.
*My heart was broken this week when I learned that John Mayer will only be playing at Stubb’s (a local music venue) with a SXSW (a major live music festival in March) pass. SAD. FACES. Seriously. I was hoping that I would go to Stubb’s and be able to watch John Mayer and scream my face off. That’s not happening. Sigh. SIGH! He’s got a new album coming out this year, hopefully sooner rather than later, so maybe he’ll tour later this year too. I WILL BE THERE. And hopefully 7th row or better again. can you tell i like john mayer just a wee bit? just a bit.
*I’m getting a new iPod Nano thanks to the Mama Fisch. She reminded me so I dug up my very first iPod ever. Luckily I’d given it to Ava to play with when it conked out, so we still had it. SCORE for a Nano recall and YAY for new Apple technology, double when it’s free! So maybe now I can actually have an Apple product that is dedicated to my music only that no one will steal.
*I’m still caffeine free. I also discovered a taco called the “Jess Special” that has migas (scrambled eggs with chopped up corn tortillas, tomatoes, onions and peppers) and avocado. Holy delicious.
*Don’t buy Munchkin brand wipes. They suck. Amazon Mom ending the diaper discount? Also sucks.
*My kid is now wearing size 2 diapers. She’s growing up. Last weigh in? 15 lbs and 10th percentile baby! note: i grow runty kids.
*I had a random dream that I met Jason Mraz and told him how excited I was to watch his new Fresh Beats Band episode. He gave me a download code so I could watch it. I blame Heather B. for this one since we were talking about it yesterday. That part of the dream was better than the part that I was in a car while a tornado blew over us. That part kind of sucked–especially since I’m terrified of wind/tornadoes. Sadly? I actually do want to see Jason Mraz on Fresh Beats (despite the fact those kids are obnoxious). It’s not a stint on Yo Gabba Gabba, but he’s awesome so he can overcome that. gah can you tell I’m a mom? nick jr up in here on the regular.
Anyway, so that’s my random for the week. Enjoy your Saturday my friends!
By Jess, on January 26th, 2012 Life is short. And precious.
I’ve been reminded of this far too much in the last two months.
Ava lost a classmate.
This morning I read the blog of a friend who posted about a baby that is gone.
I saw a Facebook post from a friend whose mom died 2 years ago today. I still remember texting with her as she asked how I survived.
I just spent the weekend celebrating the life of my Uncle. I watched my cousin who is my age mourn for his dad. It hurt. A lot.
I know his pain.
This year will be 6 years since my mom left.
Why do you want to wait to make amends? Why hold grudges? Why be stubborn to make a point? When it’s all said and done and your loved one is hanging on and can’t respond, it’s too late to get the closure you need to say your sorry, to tell them you love them more than life.
Live your life knowing that the ones you love know that you love them. Apologize for the things that you’ve done. Put them behind you and move forward.
I’ve struggled with being out of the office so much while the girls are sick. I’ve felt terribly guilty about it. But I’ve also come to peace with the fact that while I’m home, I’ll be there. The house stuff can wait. So what if the dishes are a mess? Work will continue without me there, and I’m not going to feel (as) bad about not being there. My girls are number one. Always. They’ll only be little for a minute.
Don’t wait for that special occasion to let your kids wear that special outfit that you bought. Don’t wait to decorate the house to make it your own. Heather wrote a great post about that here. You don’t need a holiday to make a turkey dinner. You don’t need an excuse to send someone a card just to say hello.
Hug your babies and your loves hard. Mean it. Don’t stay mad. Try to laugh when they make you want to scream.
Pick up the phone and call your grandma just because.
Call your parents. Often.
Don’t wait. Live.
By Jess, on January 25th, 2012 Valentine’s Day is coming! I know right? Wasn’t it just Christmas? Three weeks people! Don’t wait till all they have left are crappy Valentine’s cards. Take your kids nowwwww!
If you know me, you know I think holidays are lame and manufactured. Seriously, why do you want to go out to dinner on a night . . . → Read More: Hearts & Cupcakes.
By Jess, on January 24th, 2012 You know I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook. It’s awesome. I’ve watched Social Network about 20 times. I love it.
I think it’s great being able to keep up with friends and classmates. It’s amusing to follow trainwrecks that you just can’t bring yourself to unfriend.
But I always have issues with how public . . . → Read More: Getting Serious. Facebook.
By Jess, on January 23rd, 2012 
And by that title, I’m referring to time home with sick kiddos–not sick mommy. All I need to say if you’re home sick by yourself is try and take a nap in between that load of laundry and washing dishes.
Both girls are sick. Again.
We had a full weekend out of town (post to . . . → Read More: How to Survive Sick Days.
By Jess, on January 19th, 2012 You can do 10 things at once–without dropping the baby on your hip.
You’re starving when you get home. But before you have a bite to eat, you do some dishes, shuffle one kid off to ballet, come home, pick up dry cleaning, go back to pick up the kid, make kid’s dinner, make adults . . . → Read More: You Know You’re a Mom if…
By Jess, on January 17th, 2012
Being back at work after a week with this sick little bub is hard. I know it was harder for me. I was worried that my sweet pea would be missing mom and all the extra TLC she got while she recovered. (she’s doing much better, by the way)
I walked past her old . . . → Read More: Raspberries.
By Jess, on January 12th, 2012 
Allie is sick. Way sick. “Don’t let anyone but mom hold me” type of sick. RSV and an ear infection have hit my poor 7 month old girl hard. She’s normally such a smiley little monkey, but right now she’s so miserable that she doesn’t even want to sleep in the Rock n Play much.
. . . → Read More: Sick Days.
By Jess, on January 11th, 2012
My mom always washed her face and went through a skin care regimen every night. I remember her using her buff puff and I remember her pink Mary Kay makeup. She was always made up and never without lipstick. She took pride in her appearance. Even fighting cancer sitting in chemo, she still looked . . . → Read More: Mom was Right.
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"Treat each other with respect and love each other as though it were the last time you will see each other." -My Mom, Daisy (1955-2006)
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