She's hardcore....

I have my very own personal trainer, and it's awesome. The best part is that I don't pay her, she always wants to be by my side and she's hardcore! Who is this person? Well, It's my three-year-old daughter! When I have the twins in the double Bob stroller, my daughter likes to sit on the front. If I am running, well maybe not running, considering I am pushing a 100lbs and people are passing me as they are walking by. My daughter sits in front, yelling, "Faster mom, you can do it". "FASTER...I said FASTER"!!!! Yes, she's a tough one. The other day I was about to collapse from the run and when I told her I couldn't run anymore because my lungs were burning she said, "feel the burn, now RRUUNNNNNNN"! Yes, she keeps me going...

We stole shoes:(

For some strange reason I thought it would be a fun adventure to head to the mall with the 3 kids. Now what was I thinking? Not only was it one of the hottest days of the year, but it was a little too close to feeding time for the twins. But I figured what the heck, let's go! In the beginning things were going well. At the first store we purchased some shoes for my daughter, along with a pair of angel wings, a cookie and 3 helium balloons. This didn't seem too bad. In hindsight, it was just a case of overconfidence!

With the helium balloons secured to the stroller, my daughter happily eating a cookie and angel wings strapped to her back we moved onto the next store. We arrived at Stride Rite, tried on what seemed like every shoe in the store and finally purchased one pair. My one son starts crying, and we head to the bouncy castle. My plan was that while my daughter was jumping, I'd be able to feed the twins. As we get to the bouncy, the crying turns to high pitch wales and his brother chimes in. The twins are now crying in stereo. As I bend down to take my daughter's shoes off, but what is on her feet but a pair that we had not purchased. We stole shoes! Yikes...not good!!!

I pick up my daughter, we can't scuff the shoes now! She starts crying because she thinks she can't bounce. The boys are crying. I am holding my daughter, pushing the double stroller, getting poked in the eye with an angel wing and getting slammed in the head with 3 helium balloons. I walk faster, start sweating, walk even faster, and the crying is getting louder now. The walk turns into a jog. Still more crying. I'm hot, the kids are hot. We finally made it back to Stride Rite to return the shoes. We retrieve my daughter's beat up old Crocs and head back to the bouncy castle. I am now sweating like pig, have two crying babies on my hands and one very confused 3yr old! Things were not good. I think I have learned my lesson. We'll head back to the mall again, but maybe for a nice leisurely walk and to enjoy the bouncy castle. As for running errands and shopping, I think I'll leave that to the Internet. That way I'll know that I have paid for everything!!!!!

What's wrong with me????

I recently went to dinner with a good friend of mine and half way through dinner she decided that I needed serious therapy. Normally, I would have been insulted, but I really respect my friend and maybe she was on to something. So the next day I discussed it with my husband and he declared "yes, that there is something wrong with me"! I sat there with my mouth wide open...almost speechless, but much to my husband's dismay not entirely speechless! So what is my problem? Well I can't let go, I am a helicopter mom, I can't say "no", I keep taking on new projects and the list goes on and on. First off, my daughter starts preschool on Thurs. I have called the school and almost canceled her enrollment. Changed my mind, found a different preschool and signed her up. I changed my mind once again and decided she was going to the original school. I then made special drop off and pick up arrangements to fit into the twins schedule. I have been crying for weeks that she is leaving. Left the purchasing of her school supplies until the very end, just in case I change my mind again. Now that I am committed (at least for today) I volunteered to be the classroom head mom. So when I told my husband I wanted to be classroom mom, he asked me if that was a really smart thing to do? Didn't I have enough going on? Yes, I have a full plate. I have a small import business, my custom art business, my blog, my baby product review site, I am a co-chair for the San Diego Chapter of St. Jude Children's Research Hospital, I have 3 kids, a husband, do an endless amount of laundry, grocery shopping & cleaning. To top it off last week I felt as if I was running an at home daycare. Last week I watched my kids, another 3yr old and a 6 month old! So why, oh why can't I let go? Why can't I just be a mom.That is really all I want to do and it should be fulfilling enough, right? Every time I take on a new project, in the back of my mind I know I shouldn't, but I just can't stop. So maybe I do need therapy after all. Well, at least to learn to use the word "NO" and be okay with it!

Poo Pooo Poker Face?????

As I was driving in my minivan the other day, with all 3 kids, my daughter started singing and asked if I could play her song in the car. I couldn't quite figure out what lyrics she was saying, so as we went through each CD that was in the car, she kept rejecting song after song. No it wasn't "Row, Row, Row Your boat", "Twinkle Twinkle", "Itsy Bitsy Spider" or "I Eat Apples & Bananas". For the life of me I couldn't figure out what she wanted. Finally she said "no it's not mommy's music", as if I truly enjoy the themes from every nursery song blasting from the speakers of my car, but it's daddy's music. I turned my head suddenly and shot her a look that even she couldn't believe. As I asked her to sing a little louder and a little slower the song became clear. In her sweet helium balloon sounding voice came "P-P-P poker face, P-P-P poker face, I won't tell you that I love you, kiss you or hug you, cause I'm bluffin with my muffin". I guess the word muffin really got her, because at that moment she burst out laughing. I on the other hand did not! She even continued to tell me that it was sung by Lady Gaga Goo Goo. Okay, well at least she brought the name down to her level. Yes, I was shocked and I think my daughter realized that I was not happy because she looked at me and said " Does Daddy need a time out?"

I love my Wii Fit

As a mom of three (I still can't believe it!), I find it hard to cram in any time for myself. If I do have any free time, I usually am doing dishes, laundry, cleaning or showering and not really doing anything fun. But recently I broke out my Wii and started working out with my 3yr old. I absolutely love it. It is a good way for us to spend time together, laughing and having fun as we do the hula hoop or go for a "run" together on the Wii Fit. It has become the only way I can sneak in a little exercise and my daughter loves laughing at/with me while I jump around like a mad woman. I have fallen in love...with my Wii Fit!!!!

I did it!

So it's day 16 since the twins were born and today was the day I decided to venture out with all three kids on my own. Over the weekend we had gone to the beach & the park as a family, so I new it could be done...but I had my husband with me. So as the alarm clock went off at 6am, I raced through a shower, fed, changed and burped the twins, and got my daughter out of bed. I helped my daughter wash her face, brush her teeth, brushed her hair, got her dressed and fed her. We were able to accomplish all this by 9:15am. As I piled each one into the car, we raced off to our Mommy & Me Spanish class. Class started at 9:30am. Of course we were not on time and we arrived 15 minutes late, but we got there! The key to my success was to just go on "auto pilot". I knew if I started to really think about the logistics and everything that could go wrong, I would never leave the house. I am amazed that we made it to and from without any tears, especially mine! So now I have the confidence I need to keep going. Today was school, tomorrow the grocery store!?1?