This Grey Hair of Mine

Whew. 

The last four months have been some of the craziest of my entire life. Hands down.

And to prove it? I now have grey hair. Not just one, either. Multiple. (No, there will NOT be pictures of it. I tell you plenty of things that destroy my dignity, I don't need to add pictures to the list. Plus I firmly believe in hair color).

Since I work part time and had a huge event coming up the beginning of May, I only took off six weeks after having Liam. I know a lot of women do that, but I thought it was hard. Really hard. And adjusting to two kiddos was MUCH harder than I thought it would ever be. So many people tell me it was their hardest transition. Maybe they are lying to me just to make me feel better for being a wimp, but it's working, so I won't complain. 

When I went back it was like a tornado hit me, literally. I'm not entirely sure how to describe it exactly, but I honestly feel like I had my nose to the grindstone so much that I missed almost two months of my life. And if I wasn't working I was going over things in my head, checking my phone and generally trying to keep my anxiety at bay, which can be a full time job in and of itself. 

So, if you spent time with me during that time, please forgive me.

Everything went well (actually, it was a pretty big success, and I'm really pleased with how it turned out ...), and now I'm trying to return to the land of the living (and blogging). And remind my children that they have a mother. 

In some ways I feel like I have missed a lot of them. We were still together a ton, but sometimes I didn't feel as present as I wanted to be. That being said though, there are a few happenings that want to catch up on here. Please forgive the ensuing randomness. It might not be entirely coherent. I promise it sounded better in my head (most things do!).

Landon started soccer. The first game was a disaster - he sobbed openly the whole time. Turns out he had an ear infection, poor kid. Apparently that, paired with cold, windy weather do not make for a happy three-year-old. Ever since then though he has LOVED it. Now he cries when he has to take a turn getting "subbed out" on the field (we're working on sportsmanship :)!). He loves his team, his coach, playing and the victory tunnel we form at the end for them to run through.Sometimes we actually have to form a tunnel for him just because. You know what though? We could probably use more victory tunnels in life :)

He has also become a pro at riding his bike! We can hardly get him off of it ... which, I'm so glad about. When we first bought it he freaked out every time we tried to get him to ride it. It only took a year for him to change his mind!

Now if only he was interested in getting potty trained :)!

Liam is getting cuter (and chubbier) by the minute. I kid you not ... he is just so sweet and lovable, you can't help but smile when you're around him. He constantly has his tongue out and smiles so easily. He started laughing and it is so fun!! He laughs the loudest though for Landon. I love how much they adore each other already. 

I can't believe he'll be four months old tomorrow. I just don't understand how (or why!) time is going so quickly. I'm also amazed at the fact that he doesn't really have knees. Seriously, there are just huge rolls with indents where joints should exist. So. Cute.

We've started doing some things to the yard - curbing, planting more bushes, etc. It's looking really good! We'll do a bit more then leave it for the rest of this summer and start on the inside. I'm getting the itch to (finally!) start decorating in here. So if you have any ideas on where to get great couches, have a great painter you love, etc. let me know. Or, alternately, if you like our couches let me know - we're going to be selling them (I'm just ready for a different look) and the faster I sell them the faster I have to pick something new. 

Now that summer appears to be upon us (or at least spring consistently) I'm reminded again at how much I love the sunshine. It makes me a happier person. And a more adventurous mom. One who cares more about fun than how messy life is (as a cater at one of our events recently pointed out - I'm a bit OCD). In fact, I tend to judge how successful a summer day is by how dirty little feet are and the fact that the kitchen didn't get completely put back together until after kids are in bed. 

Moving forward, I want to commit a little more to that. Since moving I've come to realize that in some ways it was easier to retreat into myself and the bubble of friends we already had. Have you met them? It's easy to see why; they are pretty awesome. And life just kept speeding up ... the move, stuff at work (does that ever end?!), the holidays, having Liam, suddenly I was back at work, and the last couple of months hit like a ton of bricks. And then I ended up with that grey hair. 

But you know what? I look around, and reflect and am reminded again how lucky I am. To have two boys that make me so happy to be their mom. To have Jeff; whose support is unfailing (He helped put together all the welcome baskets for my symposium. Seriously.) To have started to really make friends up here, but to have kept up the relationships I have. To have people not give up on getting to know me because of my distracted-self of late.

Despite that grey hair, life is pretty darn good. So here's to ice cream cones, dirty feet and letting the kids stay outside playing past bedtime (sometimes :)!). And to not working so much!