Every Mom Has A Story... Now I Have Mine.

Jared is designing an exhibit for the Chicago Children's Museum. His team wanted to try some ideas out on Hannah. So I took her downtown to his school.

We rode the bus.



On the bus, she was quiet. She's never quiet on the bus. I didn't want to jinx it so I said nothing. But that little voice inside me said something is wrong, get ready.

I asked Hannah if she was going to barf. One second later a fountain of vomit spewed all over her, me, and the bus. Did I mention there were 20 people around us? Ya... all 20 got off at the next stop except the lady I begged for help. I was holding barf in my cupped hands, Hannah was crying, and the bus driver was giving me the stink eye.

Not my finest moment in life.

Well... we went to Jared's school smelling quite bad, but Hannah did a wonderful job giving them feed back on their toys.

You would think the story ends here. It doesn't.

I was not going to ride the bus home, so we took the the train. I was so busy keeping Hannah happy on the train that I missed our stop. We were whisked over 50 streets farther south (gotta love those express trains). It took us an hour to get back to our stop.

Oh, and Hannah was screaming for candy the whole time.

After days like that, you kiss your kids goodnight, sit on the couch, and eat some chocolate.

My friend's bus story.

Guilty Mom Syndrome.

I spend the entire day with my kids.



Sometimes it feels like I didn't spend any time with them. We do activities here and there, but not a significant block of time.

I feel guilty.

We go to the park and play groups regularly. But it's the one-on-one time with mom that gets lost.

I keep them busy at home so I can do dishes, clean, cook, laundry...etc. By the time they go to bed I can't think of anything important I did with them.

A friend suggested to set a timer for 20 minutes once or twice a day. During these 20 minutes I only play with my kids. I give total attention to them. We all love it.

Picture Of The Month - October

(Our back door view)

Outside our window is our neighbor's gardern.

She does all the work, but we get to enjoy it the most.

The first floor rocks.

Getting Around... Belly Style.

Asher got really good at the army crawl today. It just took the right movtivation...

A toy bucket.

(Please forgive Hannah's tantrum in the background, it was time for bed.)



And then he wondered what the camera would taste like.



And in case you didn't get enough from the first two videos.



I have my moments when I'm in shock about how fast he is growing up. He'll by 7 months old in about a week. Time flies too fast.

The Bush.

The 3rd Floor Life.

Life on the 3rd floor has its ups and downs.


(Pic taken in winter)

Pros:

Lost baby weight in 2 months.
Awesome view.
Good breeze.
Feel safe.

Cons:

STAIRS, STAIRS, STAIRS! 42 stairs to be exact.
And go through 3 doors. 2 of them are heavy and will push you over.
Out of breath and dizzy when I get to the top.
Low movitvation for leaving the apartment due to stairs.

I'm tired of hauling 2 kids, groceries, diaper bag, and a stroller up stairs... all at the same time.

I'm done, I quit, adios stairos!

We are moving to the 1st floor on Saturday. I can't remember the last time I wanted something so bad.

It may seem silly to you, but I have dreamed of this since we moved here.

Picture Of The Month - September

Hannah LOVES bugs.

Ladybugs are her favorite.