Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Tallulah's dream

this was told to me by Logan:

This morning when Tallulah woke up I went into her room to get her, this is how our conversation went:
Me: "Good morning beautiful! How did you sleep?"
T: (super chipper and happy) "Yeah!! Good!"
Me: "Did you have good dreams?"
T: "Yeah!!"
Me: "What were they about?"
T: "Rylee... and dancing... and Coral!!"
Me: "You had dreams about dancing with Rylee and Coral?"
T: (huge grin, arms up, dancing in her crib) "YEAH!!"

A.MAZ.ing!

Monday, May 24, 2010

intruder? hello, you there?

I came home after bringing dinner to Logan at the recording studio to an open garage door. I guess it must not have closed when I left. I began anxious. I called Logan before pulling into the garage, i guess so that if someone was to hurt me he would hear it? Anyways, he answered his phone (thank God) and I proceed to walk into the house, leaving the girls in the car. I call out to Nova and she is there. I figured she would act all nervous if there were an intruder. She was excited to see me. I continue to search the house with her. No one was there. ahhh. I get off the phone with Logan and bring my girls in and put them to bed. I come downstairs and realized the front door was unlocked the entire time as well! I knew in my mind that no "bad guys" were in my house, but it was so hard to not be anxious, nervous, fearful, etc. My mind runs through the whole scenario all over again. How should I hold the gun, would I want to still live there if I had to shot someone in my kitchen, whose house would I go to with the girls if I couldn't stay there tonight...silly...but not. They are all very REAL to me. AND I didn't have access to the gun since Logan had it. (I think I need my own, now.) So I text Logan and ask if he would pray for me and the girls; that He would protect us and bring me peace. I guess that shows some level of maturity of my faith. I am so glad I have HIM, Emanuel, my God and Protector.
Having/raising children is the most 'character building' thing "I" have ever done. Thank you Jesus for holding me still, holding me close, in your arms of Love.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

5 of the cutest things (right now)

My babies are so darling. Tallulah is trying to go potty in the big girls potty now. Sometimes she thinks her potties are gonna hurt and that they are afraid to come out. So we talk to the potties (since they 'obviously' talk to us...they toot to say they are gonna come out). The cutest thing (in a weird way) is watching Tallulah lean over and talk to her potty..."it's okay poops. I'm right here, and mommy and Sophia. Don't be scared. It's not gonna hurt. It'll be okay..." second cute thing: Tallulah 'talking' on the phone to, well, anyone. She actually talks, understands, and carries on a conversation. Walking around, laughing, and rolling her eyes while she is thinking about how to answer/respond. This happens during real AND pretend calls. Number 3: she thinks everything can interact AND respond/should respond. "Hey bear! Bear?! BEAR!!! You see that?!" and she continues until we respond and translate to the bear, or whatever it is. number 4: dancing. That girls LOVES to dance. and loves dresses. pretty ones. and must show you how it spins (which reminds me of my Aunt Mary Ann. When she was little, my Grandma would make her clothes and she always had to do the twirl test to make sure it flared out properly). and last (for now) number 5: watching her take care of her babies, particularly, feeding them. She lifts up her shirt/dress and puts the baby right to breast. Walks around..."oh, burps!" stops and burps the baby, then to the other "breast", burps, and them holds them and sings, "mama's baby....". Oh, she is a hunny.

Then there is the other one. My little coconut, Sophia. She is a doll. Her whole face lights up and changes when she smiles, which is so contagious. She is rolling over. Sleeping at least 6 hours, but as long as 9 hours at night (which seemed to take for-ev-er, but really is pretty good considering a lot of babies can't/don't do this till they are a year old). She LOVES her sister. Loves watching Tallulah and Olive and Carmine play. She is my dad's "birthday buddy" which I think means more to my dad than I could imagine. (God knew). She looks like me. She looks like my dad. She looks like my Grandma Colonna. She is a chubby, sweet, big 'santa claus' eyed little doll.

Oh, how they sweetest things in life...and I say this completely exhausted, feeling crazy and overwhelmed, with a disaster of a house.

your kidding, right?!

The other day I locked both girls, my purse and my keys in the car at 9pm. Man! Thankfully I was leaving my parents house so I could use there phone and daddy could help me break in. Tallulah was screaming to Nonni for her blanket and her bazzool (pacifier). I think if she had those, she would have been helpful, but instead was hysterical, which in turn made Sophia hysterical. It's funny, all the things that come into your head all at once when this sort of thing happens. My mom just wanted to break a window to get to them. I knew I couldn't afford that, and they weren't dieing/starving/cold/hot/in any danger yet to go to that extreme and Logan would be PISSED! especially since he has broken into that car like a million times, (not with screaming children and a mothers hormones ;) ) so it can be done. Logan was at home and gearing up to bring me a key on the motorcycle and sent me a drawing of how to bend the wire and insert it into the door to my mom's phone. By then, my dad had the door pryed oped enough to insert the hanger in that way. We finally got it with a few 'dings' to the soft metal around the door (Logan wasn't to excited about, by the way), but I got my screaming girls out. Praise God! So thankful my parents were there and I wasn't in a scary parking lot with no phone and no tools. NOTE TO SELF: don't bother calling 911; they said they would just send the fire dept and that they would break the window...I could break the GD window! I think maybe they can't say they can 'slim jim' it otherwise they would get phone calls all the time. But seriously! I had two babies in the friggen car! Stupid tax dollars apparently couldn't go to a few slim jims. anyways... So now I am guessing, "I've done that now, so no need to worry about that happening again, right?!"