Lilly loves wearing her ‘traditional’ Pakistani clothes, even though to her, it’s more a costume than a normal outfit. It’s funny how what was ‘normal’ for me growing up is more of a fun Halloween-esque costume for my daughter, but at least she likes it! Learning about the actual culture will have to come with time.
When Lilly was born, I couldn’t wait for her to start talking so I could hear her say ‘mommy’ in that cutesy little baby voice, and when she did said it for the first time it was the best feeling in the world.
Now that she’s almost 4 though, I wish that she would maybe say ‘mommy, mommy, mommy’ a little less because after the 4,320th ‘mommy’ of the day, I’m about ready to pull my hair out.
I need more caffeine and little less noise in my life.
When I was younger, I always said I wanted a large family, with at least 6 kids. Needless to say everyone either thought I was crazy or that I’d come to my senses after I actually went through the process of having a baby.
As I matured, I decided maybe 6 kids really were too many to handle and I needed to lower the number of members in my imaginary family. So I decided 4 was a much more reasonable number and congratulated myself on being so sensible.
When I got married and had my first child at the age of 28, I finally understood why everyone kept telling me that having babies (and raising babies) wasn’t exactly easy. So I reevaluated my life plan a little and conceded that maybe aiming for 3 kids was a much more realistic goal.
Fast forward to today: as I sit here at 1:36am, massaging my aching back and trying to will away my pregnancy insomnia, I’m starting to think that maybe, just maybe, 2 really is the perfect number after all.
House hunting is never easy, especially when you’re trying to find your dream house while also attempting to maybe not go bankrupt in the process. Between all the things you need to check for (I’m looking at you faulty plumbing), and all the things you simply need (my kingdom for a large kitchen island!), trying to decide what is important and what you can compromise on can very quickly reduce you to a frustrated, stressed out mess.
Thankfully, our 3 year old is blissfully free from the stressful side of house hunting since all she really cares about is having a bedroom for her toys and a backyard for that pair of spider-monkeys she swears are crucial to her continued happiness.
Or at least that’s all I thought she was looking for in a house.
*us at an open house*
3 year old: *carefully peering up and down the backyard*
Me: what are you doing Lilly?
3 year old: checking for zombies.
Apparently my toddler has her own ideas of what to check for when house hunting.
A very wise friend told me that when trying to get back into the blogging mindset after an extended absence, the best thing to do was start with a picture. I'm sure she meant that start with a picture and follow it with an actual blog post, but I think I'll leave it at a picture for now. Hope everyone is having a great summer!
Those of you who follow me on Twitter know that I’ve been off gallivanting through Canada for the past few days and just got back this weekend. Long story short, my sister and her husband just moved to that part of the world and we thought it’d be nice to go surprise them, though why we thought driving 8 hours to get there was the best option.
Toddlers and long road trips aren’t exactly the best of combinations.
To be fair though, Lilly behaved admirably most of the way there (and back). Being the worry wart that I am though, I found stuff to worry about anyway. Stuff like:
If she doesn’t sleep: I swear if I have to sing Ba Ba Black Sheep one more time I just might jump out of this car.
If she’s sleeping: Oh God it’s 7pm and she’s been sleeping since 5! If she doesn’t wake up soon she’ll be up all night once we get home..
If she doesn’t drink water: She’s going to get dehydrated! Is the car too cold? Too hot? Why won’t she drink water?!
If she drinks too much water: she’s going to need to go pee right when we’re in the middle of no where, isn’t she? I never thought I’d regret potty training her…
If she watches videos on her iPad: She’s been on that thing for over an hour, thats definitely too much screen time, isn’t it? Is it safe for her to have that thing on her lap that long?!
If she doesn’t want to watch videos on her iPad: Stop asking ‘are we there yet’! Who even taught her how to say that?? How do i keep her entertained for another 5 odd hours??
So there you have it: a glimpse into crazy-land, or at least into the world of this looking-for-stuff-to-stress-about crazy mom.
After so many years, it appears that the pyromaniac within me is still alive and well. To be fair though, this time around I wasn’t trying to set the house on fire, it was more of a turn-around-and-find-flames-in-the-kitchen kind of thing really.