Bemusings: On being an Adult

With a capitol "A."
Recently I've discovered I'm a grown-up. Recently, you ask? Chels, dude. A bit late for that...
Contrary to popular belief it wasn't the wine on my counter, the married man (oh, excuse me, my HUSBAND) sitting in our living room of the house we OWN, or those two crazy girls who are MINE that tipped me off. No, no, it's the realization that I used to think John Mayer's lyrics were honest, and I now think some of them are selfish. Hmm...something to think about. More on this to come!

Daddy Daughter Dance

Ty is loving his two girls and doing a great job shuffling from here to there being a father to both (as we speak he just joined the Disney Rewards Club just so we could get discounts on movies; awesome I know). In honor of him here are two of my favorite pictures of him with each of his girls!

disheartened

BNK lost again, which makes this twice in a row, something that's never happened! The men's hearts weren't in it and I think they've hit a wall. Hmph...maybe it's the afternoon games? Maybe it's time to move on? Not sure, BUT here are some pics of today...

Hip Hip Abhor

Most people know I don't really like hippies. I'm not really into political ravings, RVs, camping, or floor length skirts. I am really NOT a fan of Matthew McConaughey because he's the epidomy of annoying hippie squatter. No shirt, no shoes, no problem...umm, NO thank you. However, lately I've made one exception: Pearson. Though she never confirms this, I'm fairly certain they've been learning about weather at preschool and all she talks about is how water from the sky is called rain, the sun is our friend, etc. Today she informs both Andi and I that if she's blessed to have a boy cousin (which we all find out next Thursday) his name will be Rainbow...
Ok then.

Bemusings: On Funny Moments

Recently I've been thinking about funny moments in my life, one of these is embarrassing, but again that is partially what makes them so funny. Here are two of my lesser known favorites from childhood. No real moral lessons, but maybe in typing them out a lesson will come to me.
Story 1: In 2nd grade, I had a teacher (yes, I was involved in public education and I think Waiting For Superman is directly speaking to my experience in this particular instance) named Mrs. M; a dame in her 60's with one hell of a smoker's cough and a penchant for meanspeak. I would say names are changed to protect the innocent, but let's be honest...a regular and beloved phrase of hers to keep us in line was, and I quote, "(Fill in the blank) OR I'll skin you alive." At first I thought she was joking then quickly realized that was not the case. During 2nd grade we had a guidance counselor named Mr. H; the kind who drove a GEO painted as a pond with frogs on it and talked about kind words as "warm fuzzies" and mean words as "pricklies." He was WELL over 300 pounds and would come into our class once a month to discuss life issues. This is a true story. One month he came in and announced to the class that the talk would be about divorce (he didn't use those words, but nevertheless that was the topic). AS he's saying this, he sits on a double desk and cracks it in half, thereby divorcing said desk. A more appropriate illustration I cannot think of at the moment.
Story 2: (Disclaimer: if you know my dad, this story will be awesome.) In 8th grade, my dad mistakenly put on a pair of MY jeans and proceeded to wear them all day. This should tell you three things:
1. I might have been a chubby 8th grader.
2. My dad was skinny as a rail.
3. Said dad must care nothing for fashion & these jeans just may have magically transported him back the mid-1970's when he really did wear bell-bottoms?
Just an observation...
Lessons I've discovered while typing this; firstly, public education may be a mess, BUT at the very least they are teaching 2nd graders that not all grandma-esq figures bake pies and call you "Honey," obesity kills (pine wood desks), and the last thing you should be in life is a teacher if you do not like children. Lastly and maybe more importantly: fashion is not for the faint of heart.

Charley (Chaplin) & the Chocolate Factory

A girl after my own heart...

Bemusings: On Clothes & Accomplishments

In addition to the "T & C Files" updates, starting a new section of this blog called, "Bemusings: (Insert clever topic here)." It's nothing more than thoughts on a particular subject. Postscript: the way I write these is how my mind works 90 percent of the time. P.p.s. My mom would be proud I typed out "percent" as it is the correct usage of the symbol in grammar. But I digress...
On to clothes and accomplishments. I am officially able to fit into all of my old clothes post pregnancy with Harper. This is a big deal. I have missed my clothes, yearned for them, even. Sometimes I would just walk into my closet (zone out the fact that Tyler's side looks like he vomited clothes everywhere) and picture fun outfits to wear...someday. Someday is here, people! However, that being said I have quickly realized that having two children really means that I look put together complete with make-up about one day a week, decent for two (no make up in jeans), and the other four I am just simply wearing clothes because it's illegal not to. Alas, the grass is always greener.
For no other reason than because I was thinking about it: what's your favorite outfit? The outfit (if you had to) you'd wear for a year straight? Mine would be my Hudson jeans, Havianas, white v-neck t-shirt, and green scarf...
Harper is quickly moving through sizes. So fast that she's only getting to wear some things like twice which means all those cute clothes I saved for her from Pea are just cause for mad picture taking.
Pearson has all new clothes to start off the school year. She loves them all, but mostly prefers to wear about three specific items. In that sense she's not a super girlie girl, which is fine-neither am I. On the topic of accomplishments; we are rolling on two weeks solid of no pull-ups through the night which I must say I am proud of Pea for. Good job, Pea for not peeing!
While we're on the topic of peeing: I realized in going back through my blog that I never fully updated you all on the potty training. It started out being a HORROR show, then progressed to procrastination, and finally to full-on guerrilla warfare. We eventually won the war, but lost some good men. "Men" being my metaphor for patience and sanity. However, that said we are all good in that department and moving forward until I have to do it all over again in two years...