Donkey Sex

Yes, you read those words correctly.

Those are the words that came out of this sweet, big eyed, angel baby's mouth.




I asked him what he wanted and he said "donkey sex."

Hold. The. Phone. Why did my baby just say this to me?

"Donkey sex moomie," Moomie means movie in twin language. This is just effing great. My not even two year old wants to watch a donkey sex movie. I'm not sure where he learned it, but I know I'm not watching any donkey sex movies so that leaves just one individual who might have done it.

I was about to find Hubby and go all Kate Gosselin on him, but then Peanut said "yeah, I watch donkey and Shrek moomie too!"

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Praise the Lord! He meant Shrek, not sex. That was a close one.

He did say some good things not long after though. I snuggled up next to him to watch the movie and I said "I love you Oshy." he looked at me, put his hand on my shoulder and said "I love you too Mommy." I cried. It melted my heart into mush! I have waited a long time to hear those words and it was oh so worth it.

Firm Saturday

Missed Friday, oops.

I am not going to check my weight anymore because that is just too depressing. I am the typical American, I like to see results immediately. Or yesterday. One pound every three weeks just ain't gonna cut it.

This week I ran a 5 mile outdoor run. I did 40 minutes on the elliptical plus abs and also Jillian Michael's week two of Ripped in 30. That hurts. Today I ran 7 miles outside in only 1 hr and 13 minutes! Woo hoo! I was pumped. But then I felt like crap about 4 hours after. I was maybe going to do a half marathon the day before the twins birthday, but I don't think that will be the best idea considering I am a procrastinator and am sure I will have an ass ton of stuff to do before the party that I left until the last minute.

I ate really well. I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty proud. I never ate candy or fast food or anything like that. On Sunday I did do a big cheat and had Five Guys AND Cold Stone. Don't drool, freaking delicious. The rest of the week I was a good girl.

I am definitely noticing the difference now! It's really nice. Hubby is really noticing the difference too and I would be lying if I said I didn't love hearing his compliments. I have even earned myself a little kid-free shopping day tomorrow. Boo yah! Can't wait!

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Names

It has happened. The time that I knew would happen one day when the twins figured out there is another Ocean. The ocean that is a word, not the name of the cutest boy in the universe.

We were watching a show and the animals were swimming in the ocean. So I said "look at the animals they are swimming in the ocean."

Peanut looked at me like I was one crazy beyotch. Then she looked at Ocean.

"Yeah, they are swimming in the ocean Peanut."

She looked at me again. Then the TV. Then our Ocean. I could see that she was clearly very confused. Ocean smiled, probably because he thought we were talking about him.

"Peanut, we have our Oshy, and there is an ocean that is water."

"No, Oshy baba." Osh was drinking milk at the time.

Oh well. I will explain it later.

They have also figured out we have a last name. Peanut called Ocean "Oshy Our Last Name That I'm Not Telling You." It was so cute. But then Ocean called me "Mommy Our Last Name That I'm Not Telling You." I didn't like it! I like to be referred to only as Mommy. Whenever one gets called by their last name they are either in trouble or people think they're old, so I certainly don't want to be called Mommy My Last Name. Ever again. I don't want them to ever call me mom either. I want to be Mommy for eternity. These nuggets are growing up too fast!

St Patty's Day nuggets!

Anti-Social

Hubby and I were talking about the nuggets and how great and smart they are. I mentioned how they are really getting into imaginative play and that is a good sign.

Hubby said the only thing that concerns him is that Peanut appears to be quite antisocial.

Sigh.

Hubby is a people pleaser and he enjoys the company of others. I do not. Oshy inherited Hubby's personality, and Peanut inherited mine. After interacting with her several people have said that she is "just like her mama." I can see that she takes longer than Osh to warm up to people. I've seen her staring intently at people while they are talking to her but not really reacting, and it is behavior that I recognize.

I took a personality test in my college English class. I re-took it twice more as suggested by my professor because my personality type is seen by only 1% of the population. Not in a bad way, I'm not a sociopath or anything, but people who are my type are extremely analytical and there are lots of negatives to that in other's opinions.

While Hubby is concerned, I say that she comes by it honestly and she will be great. It's good to be okay with yourself and do things alone. There is nothing wrong with analyzing a situation carefully before deciding to jump in head first.

I told him there are other good reasons for being antisocial. There are a handful of people that I love and trust. For the most part though, I find that people are either A. not my type B. boring C. completely insane or D. eventually a huge disappointment. He thought that even though that is usually true, it's not the best outlook on life. I agree it's not the best outlook, but he agreed it's usually true and truth is my favorite thing. I read a quote that said the best way to protect your heart is to pretend that you don't have one. That makes a lot of sense to me, even if it sounds cynical to others.

It looks like Peanut not only inherited my allergies, love of carbs and brown eyes, but also my 1% personality. Poor girl! It will just have to be Mommy and Peanut together, against the world.

Family Time

As a full time working outside the home mom, I have learned to prioritize my family time above all else. From Monday to Friday I spend more waking hours away from my family than I do with them.

You have probably noticed that I have been blogging less. Well . . . I try to only do that when the nuggets are asleep or not around. When they were little bitties I basically was just happy if I still had both eyes open by the time I got home from work. Now they are so much more aware of what is going on. If I lay on the couch or sit down in the computer chair, they will run in and grab my hands and say "mon Mommy, mon," which is toddler language for "come on" and they show me where they expect me to be. I don't bother with the iPad because they think it's their iPad so I don't get to use it in their presence.

Each working morning, we have a mandatory, uninterrupted 20 minutes of snuggles. I know that may not seem like much, but there is no hair doing, make up putting on, running around looking for clothing, or anything else. It is just pure snuggle time.

Last weekend Hubby didn't do anything but family time. The poor guy works full time, goes to school full time, and then does side jobs pretty frequently on weekends. Saturday we spent at the lake. Did you know that tossing rocks into the lake is the greatest activity of all time? I figured that out when we did it for hours. Sunday they went to my grandparents for a little while so we could clean and then we took them for their first ever movie in the theater, The Lorax. It was cute, but I'm not sure how impressed the kids were. They mostly liked eating popcorn and M&M's (or mimi's, as they say). Hubby commented on Sunday night how amazing our time was together, even though we didn't do anything substantial.

Aaaaahhh, if it weren't for those pesky bills or health insurance or the fact that we need to eat, it would be so lovely to have even MORE family time. A girl can dream . . . . .