Nothing to say

{Yay maternity pictures!}

So I've been at a major loss for words lately, hence my lack-o-posts.

I don't know what's going on, but my guess is I just need some time away from the ole' computer.

Maybe Instagram has stolen my attention?

Who knows.

Hopefully this dry spell will end soon, but in the meantime, I'm just going to go with the flow and continue to read a ton of other people's blogs everyday, and not bore anyone with my incredible lack of words.

So anyway, I hope everyone is having a fab week, and cheers to the beginning stages of Easter-outfit-searching!

When the man's away...

Apparently I'm a humongous scaredy-cat. I thought it would be nice to have the bed all to myself, but I really just wanted Chad to be there so that way when,you know, the masked men broke into my bedroom he could take them on.

Carter does not like to go to bed at his usual 8:00 hour, but rather at 10:00. And then not sleep in the next morning.

Kota likes to take it easy on me and sleep her little heart away. Thanks, baby girl!

I crawl into bed at 9:45. I felt like an oldie, but it was actually quite nice. In hindsight, though, that just gave me more time to envision the scary masked men.

I become way too inundated with Instagram. How come no one ever told me that's one darn fun app?!

We go on walks with my mama.

My sister comes over for girls' night in. And we will be watching a very girlie girlie girlie movie. Which has yet to be decided. (But I think we're both thinking Breaking Dawn Part I.)

So have a great time in Vegas, my love!

We miss you!

Your Baby Can Read, yo

Holy moly.

My babies are going to be reading like the BA's that they are in a very short time, because Dr. Titzer has taken over my mind. Have you ever seen this thing?! I must guiltily admit that my MIL gifted me the whole package when Carter was about 2 months old, and I just NOW watched the entire explanatory DVD. Holy moly. What was I thinking? I should have watched that bad boy years ago! 

So watch out, 3rd grade reading level! We're coming for you!

And seriously, go buy this outrageously awesome program. It will make you want to jump up and clap your hands like the rest of those genius 9 month olds on the videos! 

Woohoo!

Attributes

You know, when it comes to getting all serious and mushy, my writing skills go straight out the window.

I just can't convey deep emotion!

The few times I've tried to write that way, I always look back on those posts and just want to laugh at how not like myself I sound. They always seem so forced... It's just not me!

But the other night my man asked me one of those questions where I thought he was joking, since apparently the two of us blow at being serious about these sorts of things, but he wasn't. He was being totally serious, even with a humongous smile on his face.

He asked,

"Hey babe, what are the three attributes of mine you like the most, and which three do you dislike the most?"

After a few giggles {I thought he was setting me up for something}, I said,

"My favorite attributes of yours are that you're

independent,

you're

supportive,

and that you're... Hmm...

Well, you're 

ambitious.

And I guess I have to say my least favorite attributes of yours is that I have to ask you EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT. to do certain things {put your shoes away and take out the trash}, sometimes I have to claw out unpleasant thoughts that I know are on your mind, and umm... I don't know. I can't think of a third. Oh yeah, that you never tell me "no." Tell me NO every once in awhile, would ya?!"

And then I asked him to do the same for me.

He said he would start with the bad and build his way up. 

"Sometimes you're absent-minded {I literally will forget things two seconds after he tells me}, you can't find things to save your life {for some reason every object I seek to find runs away from me... even though they're usually right in front of my face...}, and your definition of "clean" differs BIG TIME from my definition {he likes things ultra sanitized and whatnot, I just want things put away}."

And you know what? I can't even remember what my good attributes were {except for him saying he thought I was the best mommy in the world... Tear!}, but I know that having a dude who asks me such questions is quite a wonder. I love that man.

The end!

The future is bright

I'm having one of those days where everything just seems to be on fire with awesomeness.

You know, like right place, right time, right all the way around sort of feeling?

Sounds cheesy, eh?

Well, it's true! Life just seems to be going wonderfully and I can't help but take note.

The bambinos are fabulous sleepers {hello, 6 am smile on MY face after a night of straight sleep}, my man is one big ball of supportiveness {not a word, but okay}, and I have a Starbucks gift card in my clutch as we speak. 

Life is good, sister, and the future is bright.

I even sorted through our massive pile of junk mail which seems to permanently invade my teensy tiny kitchen counter space. That, my friend, is a sign of a good week.

And now, since my tot just started crying for his daily post-nap mommy cuddle session, I will be on my way!

Cheers to happy babies, and a husband who gets off work tonight at five!

5:00! 

Not 6:00, not 7:00, but 5:00!

{8:00-5:00 work days are my cup of tea...I'm tired of the ole' 9:00-6:00 routine!}

Yesterday.

Guess what?

When you wake up exhausted, and you spend the entire day trying to think of ways to throw the ball with your tot from lying down on the couch, and the mere thought of making lunch makes you want to puke, AND you have no problem with the fact that there are at least 10 used diapers stacked on top of the coffee table,

IT'S TIME TO CALL YOUR MAMA FOR SOME HELP!

When the hubster won't be home from work until hours after the kiddos are asleep, and you're not just tired, but rather sleepy instead, AND the theme song from Thomas the choo-choo makes you want to pull the hair straight out of those follicles,

IT'S ABOUT TIME TO SPEND SOME TIME ALONE!

So I combined the two, and asked if my mom wouldn't mind keeping an eye on the preciousness's while I go take a Purebarre class. My logic was to get some endorphins going AND to tire myself out to the point of an 8:30 bedtime, and let me tell you, I was successful.

Well, not falling asleep at 8:30, because that would be too grandma-esque for me, but getting those endorphins going? Heck yeah, man. It was SO NEEDED.

And one more thing...I'm probably looking way too deeply into this whole "call my mom for some help" thing, but I have to say that I'm quite proud of myself! It usually takes me DAYS of outrageous exhaustion to finally call SOMEONE to come on over and help me out, but yesterday I was being smart and made the phone call before the hurricane hit. 

So it's one small step for Nicole, one large step for Nicole-kind!

Woohoo! 

Chad: the Leap Day Santa

Guess what I did for my man on Leap Day. I said, "Hey, babe! It's Leap Day today! This is so cool!"

Guess what my man did for me on Leap Day. He said, "Hey, babe! I have a surprise for you! Here's your new 4S! Oh yeah, and I bought all the fixin's for us to make McDonald's McCafe Sugar Free Vanilla Iced Coffees right here at home! With the real vanilla pumps and all! Happy Leap Day!"

Oh, man. 

I was totally out shined!

He deserves the World's Best Husband award AGAIN, and I deserve the Hey You Should Have Thought About That smack-in-the-head FOR THE 100TH TIME IN A ROW!

Sheesh kapeesh, I love that man, and not because he showers me with pretty pretty white iPhone's, but because he is just awesome.

Awesome, I say!

Thanks, sugar-pie-honey-buns-shnookums-shnookums-wookums-cutie-patootie-rootie!

You are the bomb.

And I love you.