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I don't ski, I don't drink craft beer and I don't have a dog, but by golly I am a real Colorado native girl.  So now you can still believe in unicorns!  Here's my ode to motherhood, you know because all of us bloggers write like we were the first, only and last mama out there.

Weekend 11.7.14

Weekend 11.7.14


Let the cozy commence! It's supposed to get really frigid here in Denver over the next few days, and while fall is my fave, I am getting excited for snowflakes to fly and the holidays to begin. I wanted to share a little about my rainbow weekend with you.

What do I mean by that?

Well, we, the fam, did not DO much of anything spectacular and that was the SPECTACULAR part! It was the perfect weekend following, what has been, some very stressful weeks, 8 if you're counting. So it is the rainbow after the "storm" as they say.

Hubby and I have faced quite a few struggles since welcoming a second baby. A lot of stressful moments and bouts of the 'blame game" at 2 am when we can't figure out the cause of a fussing baby and a toddler who keeps waking. It's hilarious really: "It's probably the fact that the door was cracked an inch during her nap." "What if it was the fact that I ate my yogurt at 11:03 instead of 11:05 and that upset her tunny?" "I knew we should have used 10 sprinkles of powder instead of 7..." Sleep deprived induced stress. Who better to take it out on then your partner, right? Wrong. VERY wrong.

My aunt brought something to the forefront when I was telling her about something so ridiculous. Husband makes us tea every night. Yup. I was SO blind to how sweet and simple and SWEET this was. Instead, I was complaining to her about how he made tea every night but too soon, heaven for bid, and that by the time I bathed and put two babies down to sleep and I got a chance to sit and sip it was cold. My aunt said, "Microwave it. Do you know how many women would love to have a man who would make them a cup of tea?" And I am tearing up now as I repeat this back again. How impossible I am at times. How ungrateful I have been. How spoiled I can be!

I am not doing this alone. My husband cleans up our dishes and the toys and the floors, and folds his laundry. He cleans his bathroom, he does Costco runs and makes late night diaper runs when the baby has an unexplained rash. He kicks a soccer ball for our toddler and plays new games with her and makes her giggle this giggle that can make me cry. He works tirelessly all day and comes home into a baby battlefield and works alongside me until they go down to sleep too. He never complains. He was on the roof blowing out the gutters in the dusk last night. He brings me flowers and Starbucks cards out of the blue because he knows I had a bad day. He rubs my back. He rocks the baby so I can finish my tea. He makes us tea.

I am so blessed. I am VERY blessed. I am so fortunate. So this weekend we were just at home being us. Friday night we rented a movie from Red Box and actually got to watch it start to finish, no pausing folks, after the babes were in bed. We walked to a nearby park and Baba got to see what WE do all day. We had friends over for breakfast bagels and coffee while our tots played. We cooked and ate leftovers. We watched soccer. We got diapers.

We drank tea.


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