Tuesday, September 6, 2016

It's not that wet...



You may or may not have noticed my pictures are looking hella fly. It's because I got a new camera and I'm super a little camera happy. So expect to see an onslaught of pictures of the seemingly ordinary or unremarkable moments of my life. 

Although I suppose that it's the unremarkable moments of ones life that truly makes life remarkable. Nora and I got together last week and we had such a good time. Finding a mom-friend whose kids play well with yours is kind of a big deal. So you try to get together as often as possible! That and Nora is fabulous, I'd like to be her when I grow up. We let the kids play in the sprinkler and water table, and they had a blast. Minimal mom effort and clean up + tired out happy kids= huge parenting win. 


We were watching Sammy and Desmond eat Mac and Cheese, and we talked about how happy they looked. They were so messy, but perfectly content with life. I talked to her about how I had always wanted to be a young mom, or when I was little I was always jealous of my friends who had knots in their hair and faces covered in crusted up food. Clearly, I didn't know how good I had it; I always dressed in the 9s. But something about their missed matched clothing and ham and cheese sandwiches captivated me. 

So I decided at a young age that I wanted to be a young mother and have babies that ate mac and cheese everyday and never looked fully put together (sometimes, they actually do!). 


I didn't realize at the time the sacrifice that would be required in order to have babies young. I see now that having babies young meant that one day Wyatt and I would decide to be tired of sleeping in, doing whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. We would be so over having nice meals where we could talk about each others' day and the thought of a full nights, uninterrupted sleep would bore us to death. This decision to leave a tedious life of privacy in bathrooms would come earlier for me than it would for some of my other friends. And that's O.K.

Don't get me wrong, sometimes I stalk their pictures on facebook and daydream about sleeping in on Saturdays. Maybe going to movies with out calling a babysitter. But as I look at these pictures I'm delighted to know I made it. I'm the young fun mom I always wanted to be. Yeah, I'm a bit of a hot mess. But me and my niños, we rule the playground. 


Con todo mi cariño,

Cindy












Ps. Post title brought to you by Jim Gaffigan. My neighbors showed Wyatt and I this video (on Netflix) and oh my gosh I was crying. I really lost it when he says "sounds like Al-Queda". I was going to use that as the post title, but I was worried that someone would think I was a terrorist or something! So I went with "It's not that wet..." because I've had that thought more times than I'm willing to admit.... *shrugs shoulders*




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