Busy Weekend.

Before I get to the bla bla blog, I have a couple of shout outs.  First one goes to Lyra Alarcon (sorry Ne Ne if I got the spelling wrong).  A big fat ol' welcome home to our littlest baby girl.  She was born premature, and spent the first few months at the hospital.  But thank the God's whom look over babies, she was sent packing to the comfort of her very own home, this week.  We are so happy for you guys and we all hope that you enjoy the wonders of piling up poopie diapers, and waking up with "WAAAA E WAAAA!" 

Next shout out goes to Vanessa and Randy Blake.  They have brought another little girl into the world.  Sabrina, who was also born premature, but in good health.  I'm sure mommy will indulge you in pink and ruffles, and daddy will show you how to gut a fish and off road in no time. 

All right,  Violet is super sicko.  She pushed out another toof, yesterday.  I know I have said it again and again but teething blows.  This time however, she has been so sick.  She had a terrible fever today, and I was worried we would be taking her to the hospital.  We did get her temperature down, and by the end of the day she was almost to her usual playful self.  I want to say thanks to my momma.  She kept me calm and was very helpful with the whole thermometer in the pooper.  I couldn't do it, even though Violet didn't even seem to notice.  She was all cuddles to day and that was the first tip off that some thing was up.  I hope she feels better tonight.

Saturday we had a little family day trip. Cloudcroft, NM's streets were swarming with people in masks, girls in tu tus, and painted faces.  Mardi Gra was in town and the spirit was alive and moving with music and all that is strange.  It was so much fun!  I have to say the thrift shops up there are friggin fantastic.  I bought one stores whole Easter display for ten dollars.  Jason and I came upon some really cool masks that we wore all day, we blended very well with all the other freaks.  Violet got a tremendous amount of beads.  When she came home she had more bling then a pimp.  No I know what you are thinking.  I didn't whip the ol' triple D's out, it was a family function and all.  But Violet did flash her belly button a few times.  Also a tip to the parents of Cloudcroft:
It is not okay, or safe or healthy for your children to be let loose into the middle of the street to retrieve candy.  Not only is it very dangerous as some times the man driving the big huge fire truck can not see your three foot two inch daughter crouched down next to his giant tire,  but it often forces me to have a heart attack! Besides it just isn't very good parade etiquette.
Here are some pictures of all the fun:

Looks like this little girl was having to much fun. 

Jason and I in our masks.  Of course the colors are very fitting.

This cowboy got the whole crowd going with his booty shakin.  He started stripping on "YMCA".  Of course I started whistling cat calls :0)

Jason in his mask.  So mysterious.

All dressed up for the parade

Scary!!!

Little girls hanging out of a window.  They look like they are having a blast!

Yesterday was my first Gymkhana in about ten years (a club where we do events like barrel racing on horses).  I was so nervous and the night before was filled of visions of me biting the dust.  I thought it would be a big buck fest and I was right.  Unlike my dreams however, I managed to stay on my very young at heart horse, Max.  I'm burnt to a crisp now, and I am so sore.  It was all worth it though for my little green sixth place ribbon, that I received on one of the events.  We had so much fun, and I'm so excited for the next one. 
My heart was racing when we walked up to the gate, but as soon as I got in there and I felt my horse prance with excitement I knew I was home.  Ready?  Set? GO!!!! and yes I actually say that to Max to get him pumped up.

Jessica on Tehya grumpiest horse in the south.  getting the job done.

My Aunt Squeaky on Mariah.  Pretty in pink.

Me and Max.  And yes he is sticking his tongue out at the camera.  You can see why our personalities go along so well.

Again Jessica and Tehya zooming at mach 9.



YEEE HAAAA

 We are a busy family, always movin and a groovin.
Peace to you all!

To the Imperfect Mother

Violet has given me break for a little bit, and is content playing "Chef Boy-R-D" with her pots and pans on the kitchen floor, thus giving me some time to add to my blog. A nice treat since she has been an absolute terror, control freak of a child since Na Na dropped her off this morning. She is at the moment going through a bit of a crisis. Always arms out stretched to be carried 24/7, with mommy not complying. It is torcher, but the girl jams on those two little feet now, and doesn't need to be carried around all the time.

Yeah, I am now comfortable enough to let her stay the night at my MIL's casa. She is 14 months and off the boobie so it gives Daddy and I some chill time. Last night we went to our friends house and indulged in drink, good food, and great conversation. You know the kind of conversation that is some what vulgar, and makes you laugh so hard you pee yourself. The night ended with one of our friends passed out on the floor sawing logs, me with sparkly blue finger nail polish and a make over, and my friend showing me weird YouTube videos about hairy muffs (for some reason that part stands out the most). Yes indeed it was a good night.

The little get together started out with just us girls, as the boys where on a mission to buy some video game that they where desperate to play, only to get to drunk to play it at all. So with that we got talking about motherhood, and the joys of rising our very different children. At one point there was a mention about "The stigma of the perfect mother". You know what I mean. That Susy home maker type, that has cookies in the oven, her children are always clean and well dressed with bows in their hair. Doesn't own a pair of sweat pants, spotless house and always smiling. Some people are so judgmental that if you don't add up to those standards you are efficiently labeled as "The Bad Mom".

What the heck is that?! I am not going to lie. I have walked past a sink full of dishes, there have been times when violet has had a full diaper and I have said " I will get it in a little bit." I have at times wanted to throw my arms up in the air and scream out some warrior cry of anguish thinking "WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO!" Violet has been taken in public wearing mismatched clothing because I have held out on doing laundry. It is not every day that I feel like I am in the super mom kind of mood, I love being on my feet all day, and have time to sing to the birds so the perch on my shoulders like I'm Snow White.

The perfect mother is a fairy tale, conceived of 50's television shows. And to make matters worse modern television depicts not only mothers efficient at every thing but now SEXY!!!??? You mean you want me to wear a black strapless with a diamond necklace and stilettos and change diapers! I DON'T THINK SO!

So this blog is dedicated to Denise, Ducky, and Crystal. To "Real Life Perfect Mothers". Who are not ashamed to adorn their PJ's and band shirts. Who are not on an ever long quest to change their bodies to match up to some one Else's depiction of beauty. Who don't have a problem serving their children hot dogs and mac-n-cheese. You are my perfect mother peers. Hoo Raw to the imperfect mothers!!!!

Where is my Brain

Alright, I know you get a case of forgetfulness when you get pregnant. But does your memory ever come back. I swear, I feel like Bullwinkle some times, well, most of the time. People say "write a list", shoot I forget where I would put it.
I used to have a brain as sharp as a Vikings battle ax. I could have rocked your world at the children's game "Memory". I could remember authors, quotes, people. They say you become more stupid when you smoke. Ha even then, I had straight A's. Now I don't even know what day it is, can't remember what I did yesterday, and loose every damn thing. I'm an avid reader, but now I find myself back stepping chapters to remember what happened a few pages before.
I guess what brought this forgetful frenzy on, is the misplacement of my beloved planner/ wallet. So what if the calender in the planner was two years old, and scribbled with all my doctors appointments from being pregnant. I loved that thing. Okay, okay, more like I loved the stuff in it. Like my ID, my social security cards, violets shot records, bank cards, receipts, and eye glass prescriptions. It was pretty much my portable filing cabinet.
I stayed up fuming at myself all night, and didn't entirely wake up in the most loveliest mood this morning. More like a wild animal. I started thinking. All those things I can get back. Yes, it is going to take some time, and lots of hours standing in lines with stinky people all as pissed off as I am at the MVD asshole that can't get their butts in gear. So I realized it is just going to be an issue of digging up some patience (though I wish I could just buy some),So what was I so upset about.
Then it hit me like a pigeon hitting the windshield. I'm pissed off at myself! I mean gosh, leaving it on top of the van roof. Yup, that's right. And you know the messed up part of it. My mom actually said as she saw me set it up there, "Don't forget your wallet." I still blame her for making me loose my train of thought, You know the one where I was repeating in my head "Don't forget my wallet."
I was mad that not even a month ago, I had left it in a restaurant only to argue with the receptionist that I didn't have an ID to show proof that it was mine because my ID was in the wallet. I was mad at all the times I forgot my grocery list at home, struggle to remember what I needed at the store, only to enter my vehicle and see the damn list on the seat. I was mad at all the times I have done laundry and have lost my clothes from the short trip to the bedroom from the laundry room. I still can't find my damn yoga pants. I loved not doing yoga in those pants!
One of my mommy friends told me "your brain shrinks when you have kids. Don't worry though it goes back to normal after a few years." Well, I did some research. I didn't find and science behind it, but it does seem to be a common flaw among mothers. I guess as long as I remember to change the babies diapers, feed her, and wipe front to back, I'm in the clear. BUT DAMN!!!! Will my brain ever be "my brain" again.

"Concerning culture as a process, one would say that it means learning a great many things and then forgetting them; and the forgetting is as necessary as the learning" ~Albert J. Nock