again

Once again, I wish I had the words... Maybe sometimes things are just better left unsaid. A girl from my HS commited suicide. We wern't friends, but we had an invisible "bond" if you will. It's truly a sad story. I don't think she ever had an easy life, but she was loved by many. She leaves behind a son...

Again, it's so important that you tell the people who mean something to you just how much they mean to you.

answering their questions...

I really don't understand Easter. I guess I should have been more thoughtful about it this year. I don't know what the norm is, but Mom (I) hid the eggs and the Easter Bunny didn't come to our house with presents. And we didn't buy special dresses or go to church.

After talking to her friends at school Kayleigh was upset that the Easter Bunny didn't come. I was totally caught off guard. I guess I should have known that once school starts the questions do too. I didn't know what to say... Do I tell her the truth? If I do will it ruin it for her friends? I mean, do we really tell kids that an Easter Bunny hids EGGS? and brings presents? And they believe it?

Zoe is going to preschool this fall. It's a Catholic preschool- we aren't Catholic. We aren't anything.

I guess it's time that I find a place that we can learn about religion/religions together. I need to be prepared for their questions!

Zoe's turn for a post

Sigh. A post on Zoe... We went through the terrible two's and now it seems we are going through the trying three's. Her and I just aren't on the same wave length most of the time. It takes us a while to figure each other out. She loves repetition and knowing excatly how the next thing is going to go. She has a really hard time adapting to changes. She freaks out and throws a fit if the things aren't the same. It's really hard for us to do anything extra during the day... We haven't been able to find other SAHM's with kids her age. It seems that most moms work... I was hoping to meet other SAHMs by enrolling Zoe in classes. We are on our 3rd class. Miss Zoe is the annoying kid in class. I hate to say it, but it's true. She whines, cries, throws fits, pouts.... But we keep going... I really wanted to enroll her in gymnastics or ballet like K was in, but the going rate for 4 classes a month is $75!!! That is so much money! Is it worth it? Hmmm. It's the great debate. And daycare?! YIKES. I would have to work full time to pay for part time daycare.

I'm going to buck up and check out a MOPS group. It's not really, how do I say it... my scene, but we will try it.

Sorry if I made Zoe sound horrible. She isn't! She's just Zoe... Loves sugary and salty foods. Doesn't eat dinner (even if she has little to eat during the day and I'm serving pizza for dinner), Loves to help in the kitchen and set the table. Says "oopsie" when something spills or gets dirty (its really cute). She has the best little giggle and gives the best hugs in the whole wide world. Looks up to her big sister. Enjoys coloring (in the lines), drawing stick people, spiders, the sun, her name, and letters H and I.

Sorry Zobug for not writing a glowing blog about ya, I've been trying... and so have you! ha!

waiting to exhale.

Can I get a hold-up and wait a minute?! Or a day or two?!

Wowzers. My house hasn't looked like this since Christmas! Kinda just want to throw everything in the trash and start all over in the new place.

Speaking of new place... Our fabulous condo in N. Scotts didn't workout. Long story short, we have a new mid/south-Scottsdale address and I think it's fabulous too. It's older and small, but it's perfect for us. Great school with a language immersion program (Spanish, maybe Mandarin!). We'll know more come July 19.

1o more days. 10 more days. 10 more days. It will go by super fast, right?! I'm worse at being alone than I thought. (Insert sad trombone here.) Wha-wha. These kids are INSANE. Really. I could start a whole new blog dedicated to getting ready to leave the house, "No! I will not go to sleep!" or adventures in "really gotta go POTTTYYYY!!!" Seriously. Sometimes I'm so at the end of my rope I invision myself driving the girls over to my parents house, ringing the doorbell, and taking off. Where? Just to my house. I'd put on The Blindside, eat tons ice cream, and just cry it out... Am I being a little dramatic? Maybe. Before you judge though, ask my mom how much she enjoyed her over-night trip to Phoenix today ;o)

It's times like today when another set of favorite lyrics (and band) come to mind. "F*ck it, Fight it, It's all the same."- Sublime

Wow. Can you say BAD MOOD?