Manorexic

There are times when I freak out about things -then times when I let them go. This is the situation where I have decided to let go. When Ollie was born, he was an excellent nurser. He actually even weaned himself at 8 months because he preferred bottles so he wouldn't have to work as hard to get fed. I was overjoyed when he loved his oatmeal so much I had to make him seconds (which NEVER has occured with my Teeny Girl). All of a sudden-it stopped. He went through his weird "beige only carbs phase" and then just became picky. I really started to lose it. I worry so much about so many things they eat, is it organic? Does it have BPA? Does it have added hormones that will lower his sperm count? (yes, I'm totally nutty. It's okay, I've accepted that as well) Anyway-Finally, I gave up. I realized that he will eat when he's hungry and the fact that he can fit into 9 months pants at 18 months old. Let that go too. I love this little boy so much and I am so glad for all the things he IS that I decided to let go of the things he's not. His doctor isn't concerned at all since he drinks like a gallon of milk a day. I'm not kidding-I should've gotten a cow to tie up on our patio to milk every morning. I think the money I spent on organic milk last year was more than our cars. These pictures are the only ones I've gotten of him actually eating well, so I thought I'd share. (Also because I want to brag about how adorable he is! LOVE THIS BOY!)

The next Mia Hamm

Over a month ago Violet said to me "Mommy, Brae is playing soccer this year and I want to do it too!"
This shocked me because I'm not athletic AT ALL and anyone that knows my family would gladly second that. We're the creepy, artistic, "interesting" family.
I was so pleased she wanted to branch out so I gladly signed her up, got her shin guards, a ball, cleats (thanks Lindsay!) and was so excited to watch her in action. The first practice she was pretty into it. The first game, well that is a different story all together. It was pretty cold and she was less than excited about playing. She was too busy digging in the mud, chasing butterflies, picking dandelions, etc. It was so funny I couldn't stand it. That's pretty much how it's been since that first game. Our poor little team (Princess Posse-Violet HATES the name b.t.w. "I wanted to be Lion Power!") has gotten their butts handed to them just about every game. I think Violet loses interest a little more every time, if that's possible. Everyone gets such a kick out of her and now I think she certainly fits into our artistic, weird, quirky family just fine. (My favorite quote is "I think maybe We'll do dance next time"-Violet.) It's kind of a struggle to drop everything and go to practice and the games since I know she really isn't getting anything out of it, but I want to show her how important it is to finish it out, even if it is a struggle for me!

Here you go "Gazelle Millward"

I know once again, I've been a delinquent blogger. Since school started I've been consumed with that, homework, the kids and attempting to fit in a social life. I also kind of figure that most of the people that care about my blog I see on a regular basis, so I tend to let it go. (I'm sorry Adrie, Amanda and Jessa-I'm sure that you haven't been able to sleep at night since you don't know what I've been up to. Here's some assurance so that you can get your well needed rest).

A few weeks ago Moudi had a show at this venue in Co. Springs that is pretty big for metal bands so I was stoked to go. Me and the "Metal Mom" rocked our socks off. It was awesome and I am so proud of my little brother. (Someone told them their "chick drummer was a beast" -he still took it as a compliment :)

We also ventured to the yearly Colorado State Fair. It was fun despite the interesting fashion choices of Pueblo's finest, expensive bad food (my Uncle actually purchased and consumed fried bacon on a stick) and pockets of bad smell. We watched this shark show which now has Violet interested in "Lemon Sharks". Ask her, she'll tell you all about them. We also saw all the baby animals (Violet's other fave) and she got to go on a pony ride. Ollie loved digging the corn sandbox they had. It takes a lot to get him angry, but apparently me taking him out of it made him PISSED!!!!!! He LOVED it! We had fun and it seems like even though it's the same every single year, the nostalgia is nice.

We also spent lots of time in Nanny's yard (of course, since we don't have one) digging in the dirt and running through sprinkers. It took three hair washings to get all this dirt off Oliver's scalp. I complain about Pueblo a hell of a lot, but trips like these remind me of the tiny (and I mean tiny) part of me that still loves it anyway. Kind of like the bad ex-boyfriend that treats you like garbage but you can't help but love.